morning

When I was living in California and I'd slice an avocado, I would throw the pit onto the hillside garden in my back yard.  Just in case that was enough to get an avocado tree to grow there.  Of course it didn't work because it was a hare-brained scheme.

When I moved to London, avocados were harder to come by, but the hot restaurant down the street, Granger & Co, served a side of avocado with almost every breakfast. They would put a little sea salt on it and it made everything delicious.   I started doing that with my own breakfasts, once I moved back to the US and close to Trader Joe's with its always perfectly ripened Haas avocados.

It makes breakfast seem so luxurious, so fresh, and so filling.  Bread (here a bagel, but usually toast), egg, lemon, avocado, salt, and pepper. Oh, and butter.  A little sprinkle of chili pepper would have been good too.

And just like that, my morning is a little more beautiful.  Hello, my precious avocado.