The Key to the Perfect Avocado

I usually eat ½ an avocado with my breakfast each morning. Mom eats the other half.  This morning as Mom was eating hers, she commented how the avocados I give her are always so delicious. She asked me how I did it

Fact is, we never throw avocados away anymore. I buy avocados once a week, and they last a week.

For years I have been told to put avocados in a paper sack and put in a cool dark place, and they will quickly ripen. True, but you also need to eat them up quick, or mash them into guacamole. If you want to eat one a day for a week, the paper sack trick will leave you with overripe fruit.

First and foremost—avoid those smooth skin avocados. I’ve found them to be rather watery and tasteless, no matter how ripe they get.  For me, Hass avocado is the best.

Shopping for the perfect avocado is easy. In fact, I don’t even do my own grocery shopping anymore. I go online and place my order at Smiths, and then we pick it up the next day. Lazy? Maybe. But efficient and a tremendous time saver.

When ordering my avocados, I always include one comment. “Hard please.” Yep, when shopping avocados, I go for the hardest, without any give. Now, if you are shopping for avocados for that day, then you will want to select fruit with a slight give—not too overly soft. But for me, I am shopping for the upcoming week, and normally have one or two avocados from last shopping day ready to eat.

After I get my HARD avocados home, I place them in a bowl on the counter. I don’t put them in a paper sack or in a dark place.

The next day, I check the avocados. If they have a slight give, they all go in the refrigerator. If they are still rock hard, I let them sit out one more day.

And that is it.  Once in the refrigerator they pretty much stop ripening, and I have delicious avocados for the rest of the week.


Good news, bad news?

My 90-year-old mother lives with my husband and me. Mom has four grandchildren. Two are my sister’s children, two are mine. Since December 2017 all four of the grandchildren or their significant other has been in a serious car accident. And in each case, none of them have been hurt.

  1. It began with the youngest grandchild—one of my sister’s son. He was run off the freeway and it totaled his car. He walked away, unscathed.
  2. Last month as my youngest and her family were on their way to Alaska for a military move, a bear decided to jump in front of their truck as they drove through Canada. My son-in-law managed to swerve and miss the bear—but the trailer they were towing did not. Fortunately, Elizabeth, her husband, and our two grandchildren were unharmed. Sadly, the bear could not say the same. He died. The trailer didn’t fare too well either. They had to get it repaired before they could get back on the road.
  3. Two days ago our son informed me his wife was sideswiped by a truck pulling a boat. It totaled her car—but she, thankfully, is okay.
  4. And then yesterday, my sister told me her oldest, his girlfriend totaled her car. Like the rest (other than the bear) she walked away from the accident.

That’s all four of the grandkids—or their significant other—and for me, I see this as the glass half-full. Cars can be replaced, people and bears cannot.

Soul Companions

On June 19 of this year, just as our daughter and her family were starting their RV trip to Alaska—a military move—their beloved lab, Angel, became seriously ill and they made the heart-breaking decision to let her go humanely. It was devastating for their entire family.

I had no idea that in less than a month we would be traveling that same painful road with our own beloved Lady.

Angel and Lady came into our lives about the same time. My daughter and son-in-law were recently married and ready and anxious to bring a dog into their family. Angel was a rescue who had already been through a couple families. She was about two years old when they adopted her—but that is only an estimate.

Angel was a wonderful, loyal, loving dog. She welcomed and protected each of our grandchildren and she was devoted to her humans.

We had been without a dog for about seven years when Lady came to us as a puppy, six months before they adopted Angel.

And now those two well-loved dogs have crossed the Rainbow Bridge together.

Today, after writing in my office, I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigeration. There was no sound of scratchy paws on the laminate floor heading for the kitchen at the sound of the refrigerator opening.

I sat in the living eating my snack. There were no big brown eyes silently staring me down, trying to guilt me into giving her a bite.

This evening when I checked the slider I didn’t ask my husband if he was going to take Lady out one more time before locking the door.

I can see the copper bucket in the corner of the living room—it’s still filled with Lady’s toys. But the living room dog bed is gone—even though our cat Spooky sometimes used it. It was left at the vet’s. Lady was on it when she died, and I did not want to disturb her body just so I could take the bed.

It’s only been three days. This is going to take a while.

(Photo: Lady and Angel)