Weather: showers. 16C.
The rain has moved in from the west and she looks to be unpacking her belongings for a while yet.
The problem is this. We have 3 overripe avocados and a bag of fresh tomatoes just begging to be turned into one big bowl of guacamole. Alas, we have no nachos. A vital accoutrement. A serious oversight.
The supermarket is only 100 metres from Ripley’s front door, but it is raining hard. Whoever makes the dash is going to get soaked. So there is a process of deciding who that is going to be. I will lose this process. Kelly knows it. I know it. But family tradition dictates it must nevertheless be followed.
We debate it. We argue about it. Then we toss a coin. Then the best of three tosses. Then an arm wrestle. Two rounds of Jenga. Final chance…rock, paper, scissors.
I put on my coat, and mutter out into the downpour.
Ian’s idiot-proof guacamole recipe.
- ½ a small red onion
- 1-2 fresh red chillies
- 3 ripe avocados
- 1 bunch of fresh coriander
- 6 ripe cherry tomatoes
- 2 limes
- extra virgin olive oil
Instructions: chop, and smoosh, and mix ingredients. Take care not to add any rocket science. Top with roughly torn coriander and nuke with black pepper. Serve with ice-cold beer. And nachos.
Before the rain started we got to walk a quick lap of the town. First impressions? Boy, they are really into their mini-golf here. Three courses all practically next to each other.
Tomorrow we plan to explore further. Weather permitting. If it does rain, we can always play golf. As they say in the Zen world….every day is a good day.
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