As a first grader, adults were the only people I knew who could have sugar at will. When I first met a diabetic, I believed she was a rock star because during recess she could go to the playground teacher and get a piece of hard candy any time.
I told her my favorite food was ice cream and I asked her what her favorite food was.
“Avocado,” she said. “I could eat avocados all day.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, “I love that stuff.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but that fruity word just simmered through her second grade lips like sexy tropical moisture. I was hooked on avocado.
When the dentist asked me about my favorite food, I answered “Avocado.” His surprise was clear and he complimented me on keeping my teeth cavity free. I had answered the question correctly. “I could eat avocados all day,” I told him.
It wasn’t until the next year that I actually tried avocado.
I dug my spoon into its hard pudding. The piece coated my mouth and melted at the same time. The eggy flavor lingered. It was a taste I couldn’t quite call offensive, but it certainly wasn’t overly friendly like vanilla ice cream. Maybe a bit stand-offish.
It wasn’t love at first taste. Or the second. Probably not the third or fourth, either.
So seeing this face on Mozely after his first lick of avocado doesn’t surprise me.
But if we’re related at all, when he’s grown up I’ll have to lock up the avocados just to keep them for myself.
notes: I made this popsicle with formula and avocado. It will eventually turn brown but I gave him a few licks a few days in a row. Babies don’t eat much at first and I didn’t want to give him brain freeze. He started getting very upset when I took it away after a few tries, so I guess he likes it now.
Where were you when you first tried avocado?