Well, that went quick. I didn't forget you, nothing exciting really crossed my mind while I was busy being... busy?

Anyway, I've had a little something on my mind the past few days. Can you guess? Begins with avo and ends with cado. 

What even is an avocado? It's a breakfast fruit we usually smoosh onto toast because it tastes good and it's more healthy than a McMuffin. It's become more than a breakfast staple for Australians, it is the first thing we think of when we get up and the last thing on our minds before we head off to sleep. For me anyway, breakfast is actually my job.

You guys know what a great avocado tastes like, right? It's the fleshy, kind of oily and creamy texture that really is what makes an avocado great though. A bad avo? Stringy in texture, partly rotten and smells a little sour.

No worries mate, just smash it. A little lemon juice, she'll be right.

And that's why I will never smash an avocado. Too many times I've seen cooks and chefs order in their weeks worth of this delicious fruit, only to not care about where they sourced them or the quality because it's just getting smashed up all in one big bowl with something acidic to keep it from browning. Then portioned up into those plastic prep containers and before the lid gets popped on, a layer of cling film gets pressed into the top. Day dot it and you're good for the week.....unless someone re-runs that article on avocados and houses again, then you might have to prep some more. 

I would never smash an avocado. I adore the texture this special fruit has as a whole chuck or wedge and that is unfortunately completely lost and forgotten in a classic avo smash/crush/smoosh/mush.

My heart gets a little bruised when I see avocados smashed up but that's just me and my opinion and this is just me a my blog.

You can smash avo for guacamole though, I'll allow that.

Things that happened today -

Outside to inside. Outside to inside. Outside to inside. Oh wow.
Grassy. Spicy. Sweet.
Backwards and forwards. Everything is so crumb-y.
Zara do it the licks. Zara do it the jumps. Oh Zara, only eyes for you.
Tim got a hair cut. I like it. 

(Sorry I missed you Jan 4.)

My resolution this year is to clean more.

I mean, I cleaned (a lot) before.. but I mean more!
(This means more work hours, I'm kk 'bout that)

I want them to sit down and feel as though the table is, was and always will be for them. 
There was no one before. There is no one after.

Today I learnt that you don't give a $20 note back in change. Always two fivers and a ten. Then they tip $5. A customer told us that, then he tipped $5.

Start work 0520am.
Finish work 445pm.

417am. Daddy Long Legs bungees down from bathroom ceiling onto iPhone screen. I scream (internally of course, so as not to wake the sleeping beauty) and try to apply mascara as Long Legs runs laps the bathroom. Uncomfortable with new flat mate, I leave for work early. I need space, man.

220pm. I want to go home.

412pm. I actually go home.