Avocado, Bitches
Most East Coasters and Midwesterners are disgusted with our life of ease. They picture Californians sunning themselves and sucking down avocados, and they're not far off.
When I went back to DC to visit old friend last February, everyone remarked on tan I was, how thin, how happy I looked. At lunch with a group of old co-workers, I beamed while I told them, huddled in their coats, how I had avocado in at least one meal almost every day. It's true: just today I had a turkey and avocado sandwich at Cafe Abir. Then there's avocado in salads, breakfast burritos, huevos rancheros, enchiladas, on bagels, in guacamole, in ceviche, etc.
My former colleagues were horrified.
"You won't stay thin for long on a diet like that," they actually chuckled nervously, such self-indulgence made them so uncomfortable. "Lot of fat in avocados."
The thing about California is, once you've tried it, it's hard to go back. If you're shoveling snow, tanning and guacamole seems scandalously self-indulgent. You could understand East Coasters cursing us for our easy ways. But if you're in a lawn chair, with a bag of chips, knuckle-deep in avocado meat, well… then you're just too happy to be troubled by envy or spite.
