So I have become kind of famous for my gaucamole. In fact I think it is one of the things about my person that is in most high demand. I have a secret suspision that my gaucamole was the real reason Lesley invited me to Chicago, seeing as how all the ingredients were there laid out ready for me when I was there. When I talked to Maria the other day she said "I miss you so much. Especially your gaucamole." I am beginning to wonder if my gaucamole has actually surpassed me in likability, and if therefore I should withhold it from any new firends that I make in the future for fear that they will love me only for my gaucamole. Or maybe it can be used as a tool. Maybe I can lure friends to me with my amazing gaucamole. This is potentially devious and manipulative, as my guacamole is fabulous and also rather addictive.
In truth I am not really sure what makes my gaucamole so good. It's essentially how my Mom makes it, although we do things a little differently. When people hear that I make really good gaucamole they assume I make it totally form scratch chopping up ingredients and all. I don't, I use salsa in my guac instead of fresh vagetables. I've been told this is cheating, but I promise I've never had any complaints. But I'm afraid I'm giving away too many of my secrets. I just sent Maria and email with detailed instructions since she said she had tried but had never been able to make it as well. I felt badly, so I gave her the most help I could. But from now on I'm keeping my secrets safe, since by telling her just how to make my gaucamole I may have released my hold on Maria forever. I will not risk losing more firneds over gaucamole.
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Seeing as how I've never tasted your guacamole, you don't have to worry that I like you only for the guacamole's sake. Therefore, feel free to pass on any guacamole secrets...
YUM. to be honest, i think what i like most about your guacamole is the memory of you making it in ignacio.
do you remember this day?
you and ri: yeah, we had guacamole last night.
me: WHAT? where was i??
you and ri: umm, it was pretty late, you were asleep.
me: just so you know, that's an event worth waking me up for.
so what you're saying is, you actually like me more than guacamole? i don't know if i should be overjoyed that you love me, or offended that you odn't really think my guacamole is that good. hehe. kidding!
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