i can't help it. I am an avocado addict!
in the western society it is almost a crime in health policy to eat food swimming in thick pool of milk and sugar. And avocados are among the high cholesterol fruits.
health issues aside, first I would cut open and mash about three to four good sized avocados. Then I would add three to four teaspoons of white granulated sugar. Then I pour a little bit of regular vitamin D milk. Regular and not low-fat. It just seems so wrong, doesn't it? I would not start mixing it until all the ingredients are there. Normally, I would chill the mix for about half an hour in the refrigerator or fifteen minutes in the freezer. But lately, as soon as this makeshift adult recipe is done, I would spoon it right out of the bowl and right into my mouth.
personally, it shouldn't be overmixed like blended or puree. I want my oral sensor to feel the texture of the unmashed bits of the fruit as well as the sand-like grains of sugar as my teeth grind them. When I indulge myself to avocados it brings back a happy part of my childhood with my dad.
i was seven or eight when I would peek out from the edge of our wooden kitchen table watching my dad cut, mashed and mix the avocados with sugar and milk. He was so good at it I didn't know at the time any other family or relative who can make it (no offense to my mom, but she also cooked some food so marvelously that dad could not).
i think that the only thing that bonded me and my dad was his sweet avocados. We did not spend a lot of time building chicken coops together but I would tend to hang around with him whenever he is in the kitchen. Consequently, there were a number of kitchen savoir faire that I had skillfully picked up from my dad. Cleaning and de-scaling live tilapias; crack opening several coconuts and grating the flesh one by one. And most importantly, making the sweet avocados. My dad was inventive when it came to tweaking common staple food. He could turn a poor man's meal into something like watching Food Network on a zero budget!
i sometimes ponder that I had disappointed him for not being the boy that he wanted me to be but I know in my heart that he loved me in my own special way. These are the thoughts that go through my mind as I take in every bite of this very special dessert any way anybody wants to call it. I will always call it my dad's sweet happy avocados.