There’s nothing quite like the feeling I get when I cut open a perfectly ripe avocado. By perfectly ripe, I mean it’s yellow and green inside (no brown in sight) and the flesh is firm and smooth. Quite seriously, it makes me happy and on the inside I do a happy avocado dance.
This was not one of those mornings. I opened up an avocado and the inside was a mess of bruises and those gross stringy things. Boo-urns.