(a/k/a Holy Guacomole!)
Prompted by the Red Dress Club: RemembeRED : This week, we'd like for you to write about your favorite fresh fruit or vegetable. Share a memory of when you first tasted it, where it came from, when you last had it, a favorite way to prepare it, and such.
I remember being uncharacteristically nervous.. I felt a sudden, all consuming warmth come over me starting at my face and ending at the very tip of my pinky toes. Yes, even the wee little piggy toe had succumbed to the fear. My heart was fighting to stay in my chest while my brain tried to overcome the weakness in my hands, much like an allergic reaction, except for the fact that I hadn’t eaten it yet!
It was crazy, I knew that. What could possibly be so intimidating about tasting a new food? And such an exotic, sexy one at that. What was happening to me? I've never backed away from a challenge. I’m always game, often even excited to try new things, broaden my horizons. It’s a darn fruit. Or vegetable? I didn’t even know that, nor did I care. I was more concerned with this strange and overwhelming sensation and determined to gain control of it. After all, what’s the worst that could happen, I casually spit it into my napkin? Excuse myself from the table and daintily dart for the ladies room and ever so quickly yet, oh-so-nonchalantly, purge it from my system?..
The fact is, that is EXACTLY what I was afraid of! I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t from fear of embarrassing myself, because it was, partly. But more importantly, more worrisome to me was that I might embarrass him.
Allow me to elaborate.
We were dining in a Mexican restaurant. Not just any Mexican restaurant, it was gorgeous, classy and crowded! A large portion of that crowd consisting of my future husband’s (him) family, many of whom I had not met before. Funny, I didn’t worry about having too many margaritas (truth is I knew I wouldn’t be alone there), or overbearing onion breath or even spilling the very red, very spicy salsa on my bleached white blouse (which I thankfully did not). No, it was just this unknown, this new oddity, this AVOCADO. The restaurant was known for their homemade, table-side guacamole. So, naturally, “Guacamole all around!” Yay! Not.
Frankly, there were a lot of things that confused me about this odd little fruitegetable.. It was a gruesome looking thing on the outside, dark-green and pimply, not round, not oval; the smell neither sweet nor sour, the texture neither soft nor hard. How do you form an opinion on something so…. So, complicated!?
Admittedly, it tempted me, as I watched the first of many volcanic stone bowls erupt with the medley of ingredients. First the minced red onion which stung my nose and brought a tear to my eye but, curiously, did not seem to affect the preparer in the least…followed by the vine-ripened tomatoes which snapped as they were diced assuring us of their freshness. Next the serrano chilies, the "fire" of this tantalizing concoction, a pinch of salt, a dash of pepper and trickle of lime juice. So far, so good... my jowls tightened, my taste buds tingled, my belly yearned for the deliciousness before me... then came the Avocado....
Sliced in half, pit removed, the leather-like skin peeled away. I was amazed at how the Guac-chef effortlessly sliced and chopped the pieces into exact, symmetrical cubes (you fellow OCDers can appreciate my amazement). The mixture was tossed meshing the flavors, colors and fragrances, appreciatively disguising the avocado, hiding it among those elements with which I was more familiar, more comfortable. Maybe I can do this, I thought. Then came the chips; the crisp, warm, crunchy tortilla chips, so fresh you could see the wisp of heavenly goodness rise to the nostrils of each person as if with a mission, captivating their senses and drawing them in. One by one, the other family members, as if hypnotized, proceeded to feast on the chips and dip. The restaurant became silent as one diner after another fell under the dishes spell. Here's my chance I remember thinking. While everyone is distracted, I can steal a bite and easily cover my dissatisfaction if I don't like it.
*Nibble, nibble... gobble!* Amor! It was all it had promised to be and more.. a gift from the gods, a flavor to be savored, my eventual obsession.. It had it all; a firm, hearty, spicy bouquet of goodness. One might refer to it as "the Johnny Depp of snack foods". It satisfied every craving ~ the hotter the better!
I eat it so often I've earned the title "Hot Queen Momma" (or is that because of the flashes?, hmmmmmm..) ;)
♪♫Ole ole - ole ole / Ole ole - ole ole
So we go rum-bum-bum-bum
Yeah we rum-bum-bum-bum
Feeling hot hot hot -- Feeling hot hot hot ♫♪
So we go rum-bum-bum-bum
Yeah we rum-bum-bum-bum
Feeling hot hot hot -- Feeling hot hot hot ♫♪
