There’s something rather calming about avocados. They’re a soothing shade of green, bland in a tasty kind of a way, and generally inoffensive. At least that’s what I thought until yesterday, when a throwaway remark about this humble fruit sent me into a blind rage. I was on the phone to Brother Dave, who happened to mention he’d had smashed avocado for breakfast. “You mean … Continue reading The parent’s guide to posh food