The Evasive Avocado
Just after the first of the year, when the Oglet was home on vacation, I thought, I will make some Bubba Burgers, and I will put on them some salsa and avocado, and they will be extra tasty.
So I went and got some bubba burgers. There is always salsa in the house. And I got a perfect avocado. Plenty to put a couple slices on each of three burgers for the wife, the oglet, and I.
I came home, and unpacked, and was just about to toss the bag in the trash when I felt a lump; I reached into the bag and pulled out the avocado I had temporarily forgotten. And then I sat it on the counter.
At which point it disappeared forever.
At first I thought I was being gaslighted, but the wife and daughter swore they hadn’t touched it.
By now, I thought a trail of gnats would lead us to it, but so far no luck. I figure it will turn up someday, but the longer it takes the less I look forward to it.
I’ve been enjoying avocados since before I can remember. My grandmother’s place had three prolific trees, so we had a constant supply. Even then, a perfect avocado never lasted long!
I do not remember, do you have a cat? That is how things disappear in my house. Look under anything it could be batted under.
No cat. No mice big enough to move an avocado, either, I don’t think. Or maybe I hope.
Rolled off the counter in a mad break for freedom? Hiding under something?
It’ll let you know real soon.
Jenny
Not to worry.
Avocadoes just dry up. I’ve found a few behind the fridge and in sundry drawers in the kitchen. Small kids at one time infested the place. They can be quite “inventive” in finding safe places for things.