There are people out there who want you to put peas in your guacamole.
This is one of those things that generally strikes you as something that you’d hear that they do in some foreign country and so it’s something that we can try here. Like they put tuna fish on pizza in Germany or “Black Ivory” coffee (“refined by rescued elephants”).
“Oh, they put peas in guacamole in Smorgia, do they? How quaint!”
But, nope. This is something that Americans came up with.
It’s like making a “Blood Orange Martini”. Was “bloody screwdriver” too vivid a name? It doesn’t have gin in it. It doesn’t have vermouth. It’s the juice from a blood orange and vodka. That’s a screwdriver.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Guac.
I can understand the arguments about putting jalapenos in it. Some people don’t like the spicy guac. I can understand the argument over what spices to put in there (some people believe in garlic, some people believe in cayenne).
But peas? It’s avocado salad at that point.
I don’t even like guac and I know that.
Anyway, this weekend is (WOO HOO) a three day weekend for me and, I hope, for you. The big deal for me is that some friends (WOO HOO) are flying into town to visit family and I’m hoping to spend at least one meal with them. We’re going to be taking them to a little place that has amazing appetizers and positively divine sandwiches and a decent enough wine selection, I guess, and catch up.
The usual weekendy stuff probably applies too… laundry, errands, chores, whatnot. But that’s the background noise.
So… what’s on your docket?