I guess Trees, that the traditional comforter for a hippy was a big fat "Bob Marley" or a few quiet billies so I do apologise for besmirching the name of hippies with false accusations of fraudulent fruit ingestion.
Methinks you would salivate at the sight of my incredible avocado tree. Indeed the old avocado could just be a middle ground where your comfort food and mine meet in a poetic meeting of culinary competitors. Of course mine might have a prawn cocktail on top of it! Enjoy!
