Yesterday we went to the Avocado Festival for the first time.
I enjoyed it much more than the Lemon Festival the previous weekend.
Location had a lot to do with it.
A tree-lined street in a seaside town has more atmosphere than a flat tree-less soccer field.
The mascot did his part to spread peace, love and guacamole.
Hope it rubbed off on this guy!
There were all manner of avocados, from the pristine and untouched...
To the pulverized...
An avocado-headed scarecrow was one of the more creative touches.
I couldn't find the avocado ice cream, but I saw avocado bread and avocado oil.
I ate an avocado BLT and Handy had a tri-tip and guacamole sandwich.
Of course, there was guacamole. On everything.
Holy guaca-moly, I love the stuff.
I brought home a small tub of prize-winning guac to share with Frank and Ernest.
Ever since Ernest had guacamole made table-side (in New York, of all places) this summer,
he has been working on perfecting his guacamole recipe.
Perhaps he'll whip up a batch this weekend.