I didn’t know the word “avocado” as a child, either.
My mother had grown up in Illinois, where they were considered exotic… rare, and expensive.
I remember that on a trip to Peoria to see her various siblings, my rich uncle from Chicago brought several, but only the adults shared them.
They called them “alligator pears.”
My parents were NOT vegetable eaters.
We kids were fed raw carrots, and tomatoes, celery, and lettuce (only iceberg!) and Mom cooked fresh corn on the cob…
but otherwise, she’d heat one can of peas or string beans for the whole family.
As a young adult, I joked that after my family moved to California,
I stayed for the “A” vegetables… avocados, asparagus, and artichokes… that I’d never tasted as a child.
I didn’t know the word “avocado” as a child, either.
My mother had grown up in Illinois, where they were considered exotic… rare, and expensive.
I remember that on a trip to Peoria to see her various siblings, my rich uncle from Chicago brought several, but only the adults shared them.
They called them “alligator pears.”
My parents were NOT vegetable eaters.
We kids were fed raw carrots, and tomatoes, celery, and lettuce (only iceberg!) and Mom cooked fresh corn on the cob…
but otherwise, she’d heat one can of peas or string beans for the whole family.
As a young adult, I joked that after my family moved to California,
I stayed for the “A” vegetables… avocados, asparagus, and artichokes… that I’d never tasted as a child.