I'm having to polish off the avocados tonight, before they turn inedible (a process which, as near as I can tell, takes place over a period of about two minutes.) I'd intended to have a baked potato, but found that the last two, though their kind is much longer-lived than the fatty fruit, had gone past the point of no return, not just sprouting multiple eyes but getting deep spots of rot under their skins. I won't be able to get more until Friday at the earliest, and I am displeased that such good baked potato weather as we'll be having will also be going to waste. Had I checked the potatoes before going to the chiropractor and discovered their distressed state, I could have stopped at a store and bought a few today.
Happily there is an abundance of pasta in the pantry, so I won't lack for starch in my diet. Likewise there is sufficient beer. But tonight I guess it will be microwaved burritos again, as they complement the avocado nicely. I'm having a late dinner because I had a late lunch, but I think I'm just about ready for it now. I'm glad it's easy to prepare. And I think I hear rain pattering on the un-raked mulberry leaves outside my window. I think I'll go out and stand in it for a couple of minutes while the burritos are in the microwave.