The moment I put on the television this morning the first thing I saw was a commercial about guacamole and yummy, yummy was my brain. A big slices of zaboca —avocado on a couple slices of toast was what I ate most mornings for breakfast, when I was in Trinidad in 2011. It tasted yummy and I felt like, yes this is home… nice real… nice. I cannot eat zaboca in American. It makes me feel nauseous every time I do so my taste buds have to wait until I get to Trinbago.