This week I intend to keep track of the avocado I bought on Sunday. Last week I bought two, but one of them rolled behind something on the sink board (I suspect that Portia was playing with it while I slept), and by the time I had rediscovered it, it had gone overripe to the point that it was almost entirely inedible. The one I had eaten first was quite good, too, of excellent texture, and with only a slight woodiness to its flavor preventing it from being perfect. I regret the loss of the second avocado. It's not like they grow on trees (around here.)
Another thing I bought Sunday was honey roasted peanuts, and this afternoon I spoiled my dinner with them. I'll probably end up just having a bowl of soup instead of a meal. I've got a heel of French bread to get rid of anyway, and it will make excellent garlic toast. I'll have to get Portia off my lap first, but I'm not very hungry yet so that's not a big deal. Still, honey roasted peanuts are the devil's work.