Saturday, September 19, 2009
I've been watching our avocado tree for many many moons. Going on six years to be exact. No production. Not a single avocado. Nada.
So this year we decided to do something dramatically different. We watered the tree. And ta-da. We have avocados! Lots of them.
I'm so excited to have avocados actually growing on our tree that I've gone a little overboard with documenting the tree -- from flowers to little fruit and now larger fruit. The photo above was taken a few months ago when the Jacarandas were in full flower and the moon happened to be out. If you look carefully you'll see baby avocados hanging toward the bottom of the photo.
This picture kind of shows why some call avocados "alligator pears." A nice descriptive name for a fruit I think.
I grew up with avocados. My grandfather grew them (and watered them I bet). He grew both Hass and Fuerte so we had avocados most of the year -- boxes of them.
To help them ripen up, my mom used to stuff avocados in the towel drawers. The towels were soft and warm and protected the fruit while it ripened. It was a common thing in our house to go to the towel drawers and dig around for a ripe avocado.
Then, of course, if you found a ripe avocado, you'd need some fresh lemon to go with it. And some toast. Salt and pepper. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
I'm told we have a couple of months before it is time to pick. I can't wait.