 The first
avocado I ever had was at Scandia restaurant in Los Angeles and I hated
it. The slippery little green cubes avoided my fork, until I managed to
spear one. Once I did, I swallowed it – reluctantly, then avoided
the rest of them on my plate. I’m not sure how I came to eventually love
them, but the city of Los Angeles is a little like that as well; You
might not like it at first, but it definitely grows on you.
 Half of my
family is from there so I got to visit them, and the city, during
Christmas vacations when I was a kid. Leaving the East Coast snow behind
and stepping out of the plane into the 8075º heat, and learning that
people had actual swimming pools in their back yard, was a revelation.
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