Fuacamole

Every Sunday night my Sunshine and I enjoy a nice meal together.  Since we enjoy a meal together well every night of the week and I am the main cook there are times when I struggle to create new and exciting dishes.  Tonight as I leafed through a cookbook trying to find something that would add pizazz to our Sunday night routine, inspiration struck.

I would make Mexican food and since we did not have any avocados for traditional guacamole I would invent fuacamole.  Now I am sure this is not a new invention and there are others who have dared to walk the path of fuacamole creation.  I only hope their results were better than mine.

As I grabbed a pack of frozen peas from the freezer I dreamed of the low fat creation I was embarking on imagining leagues of hungry eaters munching down my fuacamole with chips unaware that the whipped green dip they indulged in was actually peas.

The hum of my food processor whirled as I blended peas, spices, jalapenos, and garlic trying to add just the right touch to my culinary masterpiece.  The consistency seemed good even if the radioactive  green color betrayed a bright contrast to your average guacamole, but this was not average guacamole this was fuacamole.

The time for dinner came and as my Sunshine and I dished up steaming plates of fajitas with all the fixings I urged him to try my fuacamole.  With a slight grimace he dropped a large dollop on his plate.  Being brave and sure that culinary delights beyond compare just waited to dazzle my tongue in the form of fuacamole I heaped a large helping onto my fajita.

The first bite told me that fuacamole does not even compare to guacamole.  It is not even the black sheep of the guacamole family.  Fuacamole is far from a party in your mouth.  There is nothing even remotely fole about fuacamole it just tastes like whirled up peas with all the spices the diced tomato,onion, and jalapeno swallowed up inside it's ultra green depths.

I think my Sunshine said it best.  After dinner as I lamented on the total fail of my fuacamole he remarked.  "Fuacamole has it's place if your ship wrecked on a dessert island with a fierce craving for guacamole and all your taste buds have been burned off then fuacamole would be great." 

Well perhaps instead of selling cake pops my mom and I can stand on the docks this summer selling bags of fuacamole to departing boats.  Who knows maybe fuacamole will be a trend that sweeps the nation after all!