Avocados

Raw Foodism- the natural progression. Before I continue onward, I must lament about the state of my alligator pear. If I only had the ability to control ethylene gas, is there nothing more climactic than an unripened vegetable or fruit?! This specific desire pertains to avocados especially. They were on sale at the glorious edenic health food store that I patronize for 99 cents. Say what?! I have noticed that the avocados at the co-op are always on sale, which is interesting because I could have sworn I read that 2009 was a bad year for avocados to be born! I won't question it though, I am perfectly capable of reveling in ignorant bliss when it comes to the affordability of organic food. Not. Food Politics is burning its paper gaze into my soul, I must be inquisitive and will certainly dig a dug in order to appease my curiousity. But for now, there are avocados to be worshipped. Oh avocados, my opaque emeralds, plumpened knobby shells with interiors smothered in rich, velvety lipids. To scrape you with a knife would inflict such lethal damage, but the lure of the carvings shaved off your verdant cream is too enticing. I WILL YOU TO RIPEN, I WILL YOU.