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Jumping On The Avocado Bandwagon

So, here's a fun thing.  Go to google.com and type in 'avocados' - you'll get 37 million hits.  It's got its own wikipedia entry (although, who doesn't, besides me?), .org website, festival, not to mention millions of recipes. So, yeah, avocados are a pretty big deal.

Well, put me on the list of recent admirers!

There were no avocados in my house as a youngster.  I don't remember trying one in college.  I might have had two or three children before the urge to do so took over.  In fact, the general opinion about avocados seemed negative because of the fat content.  But that was before the discovery of the benefits (or neutrality, at the very least) of the high percentage of monounsaturated fats, the fact that it contains more potassium than a banana, and a high fiber content.

Thus, avocados should be enjoyed...but like everything else, in moderation.

For example, at my house tonight.  My plan was to have plain ol' precooked grilled chicken breasts (on sale at Walmart this week); I was hoping for a bolt of divine inspiration on how to prepare them.  Then, I saw my daily email from www.allrecipes.com.  California Chicken.  I was intrigued, and sure enough, with minor modifications, I, too, could enjoy the Recipe of the Day.  And this was the eventual product: 


Yes, real cheese does get shiny like that when it's being baked.  Of course, I could have left it off entirely.  I baked the breasts for ten minutes, then topped them with a slice of tomato and two small avocado slices before laying the cheese atop. 

I had mine without a bun, but everyone else in the family chose to eat it as a sandwich.  And all plates were clean.

Go, Avocado!

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