Damn it! I want avacados

[cloudy]

As most know, I'm a transplanted SoCal girl, and there's just not the selection of fresh fruits and vegetables here that I grew up used to having.

We had six or seven avacado trees in our backyard out in Santa Barbara, and I've loved them for as long as I can remember. Try finding an avacado here that's even close to being ripe, and that doesn't cost you half a week's salary I want one soooo bad right now.

Anyone else have these kinds of problems? Or is this just one more weird facet to my personality?

 

[Op_Cit]

Yeah, and just try and find an avocado bigger than a lime in a grocery store.

Had a friend who had an orchard and I never saw any avocados on their trees as small as what gets passed off in the store.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I have a love hate relationship with avocados... I love them but they hate me. I eat them anyway. Ha!

I grew up in the land 'o corn and it's not easy to find decent sweet corn here...

 

[cloudy]

I have a love hate relationship with avocados... I love them but they hate me. I eat them anyway. Ha!

I grew up in the land 'o corn and it's not easy to find decent sweet corn here...

Wanna set up a trade? I have a friend that grows the most wonderful silver queen corn you've ever eaten.......

 

[carsonshepherd]

Wanna set up a trade? I have a friend that grows the most wonderful silver queen corn you've ever eaten.......

I just bought some silver queen seeds for my garden today!

 

[cantdog]

The season for good sweet corn is very short where I am. We all know this, and binge. I may never have seen a ripe avocado; I know I haven't seen a ripe mango for sale here, since I encountered them in warmer places. Sour, hard and yellow. But we do not expect tropical fruits in Maine. We keep that sense of proportion, I think.

 

[cloudy]

I just bought some silver queen seeds for my garden today!

It's the best, isn't it?

I eat more of it before it's cooked, I think, than I do after.

Now, I'm really hungry.

 

[shereads]

By the end of summer, I'll have a yard full of guacamole. That's what happens when Florida avocados, which are the size of large grapefruit, plummet to earth from a great height.

If you can train a team of monkeys to harvest avocados from a tree looming several stories over my house, I promise you all the avocados you can eat.

It's an old type of tree that doesn't come into fruit every year. Thank God, the year of the FOUR hurricane warnings was an off year. The year of Hurricane Irene, a Cat. 1 that hit the decaying jungle compound dead-on, I spent the night in the closet listening to what sounded like cannonballs hitting the roof. It wasn't an attack by pirates, it was worse: enough rotting guacamole to draw flies from all over the east coast and fill four large garbage bags. It was two years before I wanted an avocado again.



Who has salsa?

 

[hydrex]

ahhhhh I just bought some Avacados, 4 for a $1.00. Big as an orange and perfectly ripe.

 

[cloudy]

Y'all have me horribly jealous.

 

[shereads]

Cloudy, I miss peaches. It's almost impossible to buy a good peach this far from Georgia and South Carolina. Even the squeeze-and-scent test tells you nothing about the pretty ones in our stores. They look good, feel right, smell delicious, and taste like cardboard.

Are the monkeys ready to harvest my crop? We can work a trade for some peaches if you have a good dealer.

 

[cloudy]

Cloudy, I miss peaches. It's almost impossible to buy a good peach this far from Georgia and South Carolina. Even the squeeze-and-scent test tells you nothing about the pretty ones in our stores. They look good, feel right, smell delicious, and taste like cardboard.

Are the monkeys ready to harvest my crop? We can work a trade for some peaches if you have a good dealer.

I can probably do better than that.....I have connections.

Such as a first cousin who runs a family-owned farm in middle Georgia.....could probably even throw in some pecans, if you want them.

edited to add: my family owns the Big 6 peach packing company...

 

[hydrex]

Y'all have me horribly jealous.

Living in the San Juaquin Valley has it's perks.

 

[cantdog]

If only monkeys weren't such high-maintenance creatures.

To have them appear on demand and perform this kind of task, the sort of thing only they could do so well and so neatly, only to vanish again, like soap bubbles-- that would be the thing. I know some people who feel the same about women, of course.

 

[Dar~]

The avacados we get here are pretty good, I miss fresh broccoli and cauliflower. i ud\sed to be able to go to the Farmer's market and the Huderites would have ten pound heads of each for three bucks. I used to freeze it and enjoy it all summer. The stuff we get here is yellowish or brown. BLECH!!!!

 

[cloudy]

Cant, I don't think I'll ever get used to not having the type of food I'm used to. I love southern cooking, don't get me wrong, but I miss all the fresh stuff, including fish.

Ah, well, I'm working on getting back out there, slowly, but surely.

 

[shereads]

If only monkeys weren't such high-maintenance creatures.

To have them appear on demand and perform this kind of task, the sort of thing only they could do so well and so neatly, only to vanish again, like soap bubbles-- that would be the thing. I know some people who feel the same about women, of course.

Hi Cdog. What are you drinking? And what kind of monkey have you been dating?

 

[shereads]

edited to add: my family owns the Big 6 peach packing company...

I'm googling for those trained harvest-monkeys as we speak.

 

[cloudy]

I'm googling for those trained harvest-monkeys as we speak.

I get thoroughly sick of peaches before the season's finished, I promise. One of those things, I guess....like you and your avacado tree.

 

[cantdog]

The foods you're used to take on a huge significance after a few years of abstinence. Many Maine people go to Florida, for reasons only they understand, to live. Check out Sarasota Springs. The foods of home loom large to these folks. They offer to ship ripe tangelos for them.

Hello, shereads. I'm actually not drinking these days, except for wine (or beer) with meals and whisky when my sister visits. I have found that I was overdoing it. No one sells the good stuff to you at fifty, and I had fallen back on the addictive legal alternatives. Not a good idea.

Monkeys on tap, as a convenience-- it made me think of some of the misogynist firemen I used to work with. They detested women, but got horny all the same for them. They wanted their money's worth, no strings. Unrealistic. I wish I could have had the idea of comparing their wishes to the wish for harvest monkeys.