Last June, somewhere between Pensacola, Florida and Meridian, Mississippi, the air conditioner in Dmitri’s SAAB died. We’ve been meaning to get it fixed, but we couldn’t find a reasonably priced mechanic–SAAB parts are wicked expensive!– or the
time motivation to suck it up and pay for the repairs. Luckily, my trusty car has taken really excellent care of all of us.
Until yesterday, of course, when the heat index reached one million and five degrees and the air conditioner in my own car decided that it had had enough.
After calling a few places around town, one thing’s for sure: this is going to cost us. A lot. Which means that someone is going to need to cool it with the video games, and someone is going to need to cool it with the impulse Blue Bell buys, and someone is definitely going to need to ration her goldfish crackers and Cheerios. And I suppose it means that there will be no more spur-of-the moment trips to the Smokeshack BBQ truck, or Freebirds for burritos, or the fro-yo shop in town, because we’ve decided that, until we recoup, we’re going to avoid dining out.
But I’m ok with that, because my mom sent me this: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/30/dining/30mini.html?hp=&adxnnl=1&adxnnlx=1277895610-P5gzQCOyy3dv4%20DvvufHrw&pagewanted=1— a list of 101 things to grill that you’ve never thought of before (or maybe you have; we definitely had not, but we’re, often late to the party). And while our first inclination was to start with #1 and immediately begin working our way down this amazing list, we sort of stopped when we got to suggestion #9: grilled guacamole.
Seriously, grilled guacamole. I’m still reeling.
And I’m also stuffed, because I’ve eaten my weight in lightly charred avocados, barely-blackened red onions, and perfectly toasty jalapenos, all mixed together with some cilantro, lime juice, garlic, and a healthy dose of kosher salt.
Here in Texas, avocados are cheap and plentiful right now, so I’m relieved to know that there’s plenty more where this miracle dip came from. Perhaps I’ll even eat the next batch while sitting in my air conditioned car– once we get around to fixing it, of course. Until then, however, I’ll gladly endure a few more sticky-backed trips to the store for tasty (and monounsaturated!) guacamole-ready reinforcements :).