by Jenise » Tue Apr 05, 2022 1:12 pm
I long for the avocados of my childhood. Smooth skinned green Fuertes were then the standard supermarket avocado. My grandmother's tree were Fuerte, but they were large fuertes, 7-8 inches average. Even if you find fuertes in stores these days, and you rarely do because they're more perishable, they're small, just 4-5 inches.
There were lots of different types of backyard avocados where I lived. Some small, some perfectly round, some very skinny, some purple-skinned. Most were probably planted by prior residents half a century earlier. They had no names that anyone remembered.
I'm not a fan of the sweet "low fat" Bacons typical of Florida and the Carribean. They look much like Fuertes except the skin is brighter green and much shinier. I adore the huge Reeds but they ripen SO fast stores rarely carry them, you might only find them at farm stands where someone has an old tree. Hawaii grows excellent avocados, and they're often quite large, pineapple sized with prehistorically thick skins.
Haas are now the standard supermarket avocado. But of course, giant agriculture has bred them into something they weren't originally. The original true Haas was very black skinned and yellow, not green, inside. They were amazingly full-flavored, fatty and nutty.
We did not know of them until I found a grove sloping down a hillside behind an old hospital (in fact, the one I was born at, that had been converted into a men's dorm for Whittier College) when a new friend moved into a house across the street from it. The avocados were dropping and rolling downhill, which being short and rounder vs the elongated Fuertes, they did quite well. I took one home to my mom, which we opened and were AMAZED by. I was 6 at the time. So next time I went to Joyce's house, about a mile and a half away, I took my red wagon and filled it with these amazing avocados. (I was a free-range child and born-forager who knew every accessible fruit tree within several miles of home.)
Nowadays I mostly buy avocados at Costco, five to a bag. Hardly the same as finding a whole hillside of free fruit, but the best I can do.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov