Linguistically, you could interpret this in one of two ways: (1) avocados are inherently the happiest food; (2) avocados make me the happiest person. It goes without saying (but I'll say it anyway) that the Hubs makes me over-the-moon happy, like Hollywood-romance happy, like people-say-it's-not-reality-but-it-is-because-it's-my-life happy. But watch me slice open a ripe avocado, and you will understand what he means: there are simply no words in the English language that do justice to the shit-eating grin that splits my face wholly in two.
Decadent yet simple and humble, the mighty avocado is born utterly perfect. A little salt and a spoon is really all that's required, but when I'm feeling a little fancy (which is pretty much always when it comes to food), I take the extra five minutes to make some avocado toast.
Slice a bagel into 4 thin chips (or use sliced bread). Toast at a low setting to dry, then toast again (at a slightly lower setting) to crisp. Top with smashed avo and S&P. Add whatever sirens are calling to you from your pantry. Really, that's it. (Pictured: cinnamon raisin bagel, avo, cracked pepper & Himalayan pink salt, toasted pine nuts.)
On average, I consume more avocados than a Chinese person consumes rice, and there is a continuous rotation of 3-4 marching towards ripeness at all times on my kitchen counter. For years, the health benefits of avocados have been amassing, propelling it to superfood status.
So don't hold back: Live long and prosper.
Today is my birthday. And so far, it's been perfect.