Smashed, not creamed, fruit sprinkled with goodness made with love for budding physiques and minds. Chips for dipping, then munching—a light, yet hearty snack for in between games.Just three this weekend, half of last weekend’s whirlwind of an adventure. Snugly in a car seat, time in between for a nap. Moments like these, I have no choice but to get crafty in the kitchen. Cheers to my latest trick of creating guacamole—no need for a mortar. A simple wooden slate to slice, mince and squeeze, sprinkle and mash. Chunky wholesome goodness served on the same prepping board and equipped with the fork it was mashed with.Can you blame me with three growling bears, one right out of dreamland, the other depleted of energy from playing an entire game and the other hauled along for the ride anticipating his time on the turf? While all members in our nest are avocado enthusiasts, the fruit is not much to look at. Rough and bumpy, also referred to as an alligator pear, it doesn’t merit any smugness and is not the star in a still life. But slice a knife through its buttery, fleshy inside, a dash of salt and squeeze of lemon…it’s a food of possibility. Have I convinced you to try this one-less-item-to-clean approach for guacamole?
Parsley is pictured here, however cilantro is the showstopper in guacamole. I dream of a simple life where I can attend to my herbs and not let them seed. While I have coriander now, I will have to wait for some cilantro to sprout again from seed. Until then, we dart from one field to another, my little bears like a cordovan commotion, in and out of the nest. These swiftly occurring events growing around me must be roots and I must attend to this type of gardening for now. Remember my other nifty trick of blending all the ingredients we sprinkle on our avocado here?
Make in advance for these in between moments or make it during your in between moments. Play a favorite tune or two while cleaning up, currently baby bear’s partial to the Trolls soundtrack, and even do a jig. I finally have my dance partner and even though she’s pint-sized and we dance in between grazing, sprucing up the nest and whizzing about from destination to destination, she’s unfailing, always ready for the next round. Happy in between moments to us all.