Every couple of weeks or so, my dad likes to rib me by saying, “When are you going to do another story about how, when you were a little kid, we forced you to eat foods you didn’t like?” (Although there are a few such incidences, like eggplant casserole and salmon patties with crunchy vertebrae, he’s talking specifically about the time he made me eat a big chunk of cooked onion. I told him I would throw up if he made me eat it. I ate it and I did.) Well, Dad, today is your day, because I am going to talk about The Great Avocado Incident of ’76 (or thereabouts).
I was 5 or 6 and hungry for a snack. My frugal parents were no doubt eager to use the free produce from the avocado tree in our sunny Southern California backyard, so they made me an “avocado salad,” or half an avocado with a heaping dollop of mayonnaise in the indentation normally occupied by the pit. I was revolted, both by the avocado, whose mushy texture I found off-putting, but also by the nauseating amount of mayonnaise in the middle of an already disgusting foodstuff.
I demurred, explaining that I didn’t care for avocado and, in terms of the mayonnaise-to-fruit ratio, this dish had rather egregiously exceeded the upper limits of acceptability. (In my recollection, this is a faithful rendering of my toddlerish thoughts and speech. It’s also how I think I sound now, at 52 — or is it 53? — though I could be closer to Dora, the forgetful but ultimately lovable fish from “Finding Nemo.”) But this was the 1970s, so maybe mayonnaise, along with steak, double martinis and filtered cigarettes, was considered “heart healthy.” Who was I, a mere disgruntled child, to blow against the wind?
At any rate, my parents barely considered my well-reasoned argument before casting it aside and insisting that I nevertheless consume the entire thing because it was Good for Me and Full of Vitamins. I patiently reviewed my rationale for declining, elucidating upon the viscosity and volume of mayonnaise, the bug-gut green of the avocado and the unpleasantly squishy texture of each thing on its own, compounded by having to eat the two together.