Loving avos is true love

Avocados are like the ghastly, irritating girl at primary school.

e one you learned to love as an adult and ended up marrying and living happily ever after with.

at girl became the one thing you “avo” wanted. You couldn’t live without. Not my pun.

As a child, I lumped avocados in with Blu oysters, brussel sprouts, blue cheese, olives and tripe and onions. Vile!

Wonder food

Avocado were avourless and greasy - the consistency of something from the sump of a car engine. Whenever avocados were laid on the family dinner table my older brother would discreetly point at his nose. We would snicker, push God’s wonder food to the side of the plate and get on with the meat and potatoes.

We weren’t alone though. An online newspaper study – so its veracity is impeccable - found that of 100 common foods, avos rated top of a children’s ‘hate list.’

It was a texture rather than a taste thing. I read somewhere that palates become more sophisticated as we mature, and we move on from salty and sweet, which is a signal to picky kids that something is safe to eat. We realise bitter or sour,