This morning, getting ready to go to work, I had made some toast and a cup of coffee, then realized I was running a little late. I put the toast on a plate, then headed for the car, figuring I’d eat it on the 15 minute drive.
At the car, fiddling with my keys, I dropped a piece of toast. A piece of homemade whole wheat sourdough topped with slices of perfectly ripe avocado. A nice, dense, chewy slice of homemade whole wheat sourdough, nicely toasted, with a spot of butter, and just the best, creamy avocado on top.
Yes, I dropped my avocado toast. Tragic.
I suppose it could have been a slightly greater minor tragedy if I’d had a bit of brie or, better, sharp coastal cheddar, under the avocado. Even so, it hardly gets any more Californian and minorly tragic than this.
Yard Sale of the Mind 
Would we had an Alexander Pope today who could turn this into a heroic tragedy.
Ha!
homemade whole wheat sourdough
:envy:
Five second rule. Just flick the dirt off. Your immune system needs a daily sparring partner.
The driveway was pretty dirty. So I picked up the avocado pieces, brought them back inside, rinsed them off, threw them back on the toast, and – extended five second rule.