This may be worth a plane ticket to SF – a chance to examine and actually taste that, which thus far, is but a dream of guac so sublime, it could be delivered from heaven! Greg has skills unknown to the east coast. My daughter and her nurd computer husband live in SF…. I’d have a place to stay. Ummm … let me check Delta. I wonder if I could get a visitor pass at Sun. After all, I am a Project Manager. ( 😉 )

Why Greg Likes To Make Guacamole(from the other half point of view)
I had dinner with my sweetie
At his home the other night
I knew he’d make a special treat
At least I hoped he might
He set out all the crockery fine
With his best linen pressed
Silver knives and forks and spoons
I really was impressed
I said “What’s for dinner sweetie?”
He flashed a cheeky smile
And replied “I know you’ll love it
It’ll be ready in just a while”
Well I got a little suspicious
For I noticed that no smell
Was coming from his kitchen
And no food was there as well
The stereo played slow love songs
The candles were aglow
He certainly was cooking something up
But what? I did not know
As he led me away from the kitchen
My hopes began to crumble
When he took me to the main bedroom
I heard my tummy rumble
He set me down upon the bed
And then to my surprise
He grabbed a blood red silken tie
And wrapped it round my eyes
Then I felt his hand so gentle
As he slowly released my blindfold
I opened my eyes and before me
Was such a sight to behold
He had totally turned his body
From his crown to his toenail tip
Into a savoury sensation
And in his hand… a packet of chips
Well, I could not hold back the laughter
I was rolling about in a fit
Then he held out the packet and said,
So solemn…”Would you like a dip?”
Well I tried the cream cheese on his fingers
His belly button olives were yum
But I kept coming back for my favourite
The guacamole smeared on his buns
Now our relationship’s taken on new meaning
As we share in our new found delight
In fact I’ve invited my sweetie
For dessert round at my place tonight!