I made tomato avocado salad every single day in my restaurant. (God, the thought of having to do that every day, in those circumstances disturbs me.) It is a delicious and unusual salad, my own recipe (insert tooth sucking noise here), people ask me to make it regularly. And I do. But I no longer enjoy eating it. I can’t really say why because theoretically it’s perfectly delicious. I’m fine making it. And my rice making skills have improved dramatically under the tutelage of the Royal Indian Mounted Food Control Police. This particular salad was perfect. Great tomatoes, perfect avocados, blah blah. I made it for the 4th of July party. I took the leftovers home mainly because asking Walter for a bowl to put the leftovers in when his wife is not there is more trouble than it is worth.
When I got home I dumped it all down the disposal. It smelled like garbage.
