A couple hours ago, I stood below the tree in our front yard catching avocados in a box as Xavier, our night guard, dropped them to me from high up in the tree. Avocados sell for about 10 cents a piece in the local market, but today, we laid our hands on 151 for nothing but the cost--nay, the enjoyment--of climbing up in the tree and knocking them down.
A few weeks prior to this escapade, we had another round of avocado harvesting, only then it was me up in the tree. It was a truly exotic experience, and one that you might fantasize about if you were in an equatorial climate. At least I did.
I would promise to shimmy up one last time before I leave to fetch some for the ride home, but I've heard there are some pretty staunch rules against transporting fruit into the US from Africa. I'll do what I can, but if I end up in Guantanamo, they might spoil before I get to
Texas, and there's really nothing I can do about that.
3 comments:
I don't care what you have to do- you and your friend Xavier had better find a way to get me those avocados!
I am truly honored.
Sam, if you are going to smuggle food into the U.S.A., you shouldn't broadcast it on the internet. That is all.
sam, i want you to make a clogger for me... bread with avocado and then hot sauce! Eat that for three days straight and guess what... clogged! When are you coming home? There has been big trouble at 209 richards, I will fill you in via an email.
love
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