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Ha! When I was but a wee sprout my mother told me I would like avocadoes. I, of course, knowing that nothing that looked so ugly could ever be palatable, poohpoohed her. Then, many years later, I got a job washing dishes at the Franciscan Café in Flagstaff, Arizona. Every meal served at the Franciscan Café came with a little paper shot glass filled with guacamole with a little corn curl stuck in it. Ninety-nine people out of ten wouldn't eat their guacamole so the little shot glasses came back to the dishroom, contents intact. I soon learned to scoop the guac' before dumping the residue in the trash and discovered that I loved the stuff. Later I discovered that the avocado didn't even need the addition of spices, etc., to be delicious (although the additions certainly didn't hurt anything).
