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disappointment.

Yesterday, I bought an Avocado the size of a football. It was $1.50 at a flea market. Presumably, this Avocado was grown in someones back yard; never-the-less, due to its grandure I purchased it.

Today I used said Avocado to make Guacamole. I blended in onion, garlick, lemon juice and a pinch of salt. This Guacamole looked and smelled as though it had been delivered to me by a Mexican angel straight from heaven.

After making this cornucopia of pure deliciousness, I portioned out a serving of it and organized it in a tantalizing manner amidst the confines of a large cereal bowl. I continued to clean the kitchen so that upon finishing my tasks I might be able to sit and enjoy my tasty treat, without care or concern regarding whether the kitchen would need to be cleaned upon the completion of the dish.

Finally, I stood back and glanced over the kitchen once more to reassure myself that all that was required of me had been completed, and it had.

It was as I gently lifted the freshly made snack from the counter to carry into the dining room that I realized it, I had no tortilla chips.

And so I ask you, what good is Guacamole without tortilla chips?

disappointment.