A month or so ago I was contemplating my topics for the A to Z challenge. I was having a hard time coming up with stuff to write about. For instance, the only thing that came to mind for the letter A was a pastry called an "Alligator." It is deliriously delicious, but I don't think I could write a whole blog about it. Nor would you want to READ an entire blog about them. I could, however, EAT a whole "Alligator" while WRITING a blog, but that's kind of not the point of the challenge. (Although, that could be a new and exciting challenge for the future - - eating baked goods with one hand while writing your blog with the other!) In my self-deprecating way, I mocked myself for thinking of baked goods. As much as I like baked goods, writing about them for a whole month would be self-destructive to my blog and to my girlish figure. So, I needed another idea.
It was right in front of my eyes (or nose). Food. Not just baked goods, but ALL food. A topic near and dear to my heart. Now, I don't want you to think that I weigh 500 pounds or anything (although if that were true, I would hope you wouldn't judge me by that fact.) I just like food. I bet some of you do, too. And certain foods bring certain memories, or evoke certain moods or feelings.
So, 26 days of food it is. Starting with the letter A . . .
I love love love avocados. In sandwiches, in tacos, in salads, in guacamole . . . or by themselves. I just love them. My mother-in-law says it's the Calfornia girl in me. I don't know if that's true or not. I don't remember eating avocados growing up in SoCal. But I do love them now.
I googled "avocado" to see if I could come up with some interesting tidbits about the fruit. Did you know that the Aztecs called it the "fertility fruit?" I only have three children. Enough said. This next little "interesting tidbit" kind of grossed me out and made me wish I hadn't googled.
The word "avocado" comes from the Spanish aguacate which in turn comes from the Nahuatl word ahuacatl (testicle, a reference to the shape of the fruit).
I asked a friend of mine, who is from Mexico (where the avocado originates), if she knew this about the avocado. She did not, and was just as grossed out as I was. I will not stop eating avocados because of this new fact that is forever embedded in my brain. I will, however, never think of them in the same way. Thanks google.