I called customer service, and said what was sitting on my kitchen floor, after the rep stopped laughing, she said, "let me check to make sure you weren't charged." I was not. She asked me to hold while she was trying to figure out where they should have been delivered. Humming quietly to myself. She came back on and said, "where are the avocados now?" "In my apt", I respond. "Oh, throw them away. We can not take them back, they have gone inside. If you were on the street, we could have had the truck come and pick them up. But because they have been inside your building, we can not accept them. Eat them, give them away, throw them out, you can do what ever you want with them."
So, 47 boxes of avocados went downstairs to the staff, and any neighbors who want them, and I kept 3 boxes. This is why we are having guac!
You can't make this stuff up!
Everything for dinner will be grilled, except cheeses, salads, and guac. I have prepped all the veggies, salads, and solids that go in the guac already. So when Servet gets here, we can get down to the serious business of deciding what to drink and enjoying the glorious weather on the deck. When we decide we want to eat, out come the fixings, and voila, stuff is ready to throw on the grill, or throw into a bowl, etc.
I kind of like having everything prepped and ready to roll. Allows me to relax and enjoy the rest of the day.
With everything prepped, cooking went one-two-three and done, however, I forgot to take any photos. Sigh, one margarita with a muddle of mint and salt and I can't remember what to do!
I seasoned the salmon with only salt and pepper on all sides and some cooking spray. The grill was screaming hot after cooking the veggies, so the fish and kielbasa cooked quickly. The fish was quite tasty, skin nicely crisped up and a beautiful medium doneness.
The fruit salad didn't get eaten for dessert as we were too full from the guac and ezme that Servet made. Ohhhh that was delicious. He is going to send me the recipe. Ezme is a Turkish finely chopped spicy vegetable salad. I order it from a local Turkish take out and love it. It's the freshness of the veggies and the spiciness of the added condiment that is addictive. I learned last night that Turkish spice paste is not the same as harissa. It can be faked by using tomato paste and a "handful" of Alleppo pepper (Servet's measuring phrase).