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Avocados

So to say I have textures issues is putting it mildly.  There is nothing that activates my gag reflex quicker.  A soggy spot on bread.  Fattiness in meat.  I try to spit it out as politely as possible before I yak.  And for this reason, I don’t eat avocado’s.  I know how wonderful they are but scooping them out to make guacamole is already pretty close to me gagging, the idea of eating them in their whole state is out of the question.  I buy them on occasion with the intention of trying to eat them.  And then I chicken out and it goes bad.

Until last week.  I pick up my friend, who he and his girlfriend are doing a paleo challenge at their CrossFit gym.  And he tells me how he’s been craving avocado’s…and bacon.  Bacon, check. Avocados…not so much.  He says he just loves to put some salt on an avocado and eat it.  I’m thinking he’s a little off his rocker and should just stick to bacon.  But at the store this weekend, guess what I crossed paths with….avocados.  So in the spirit of going all in, I bought 3.  Don’t ask.  So I procrastinated all the way until yesterday.  Needing a decent snack, I settled on Edamame, a slice of sharp cheddar and a half an avocado.  I was like a little kid holding my breath hoping not to feel it and yak.  And then it was over.  I didn’t yak and it actually tasted good.  One more thing off the list. 

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  1. um, bacon and avocado sound yummy together. avocado mashed with a hard boiled egg is also really good. glad you got over the avocado hurdle : )

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