Madeleine Monday: Encounter With Guacamole

Three generations of us got together for dinner Saturday night at the home of my daughter and son-in-law, Emily and Brian. We brought ingredients and Brian, a professional chef, presided in the kitchen.

Early evening snacks included chips and guacamole. Madeleine, now almost 15 months old, was not acquainted with the concept. Mrs. C and I thought it was brilliant that Emily gave her a little plate and bowl of the stuff and let her just dive in. New sensations! She was so delighted that she offered to share one with daddy in the bottom picture. You wouldn't refuse that, would you?                  

Dada Lives

You've probably heard of Dada, the absurdist art, or more properly anti-art, movement that flourished after World War I into the 1920s. They wrote bizarre texts, meaningless but fascinating, to challenge the sensibilities of the bourgeoisie. 

The spirit of Dada lives in contemporary restaurant advertising. I wonder what George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams would have thought of this sign (after you explained guacamole to them, of course).

Note the bit of  X ≠ X in the last line. At Qdoba, the water isn't wet, the prices on the menu are whatever you want them to be and the jalapeños are sweeter than honey.