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Guacamole

The best thing about having a big balcony with a lake view is sitting outside drinking rosé and noshing on some homemade guacamole. An avocado, some chopped red onion, a squeeze of fresh lime, some Maldon salt, ground cumin and chipotle chilli pepper is all it takes. I spooned a bit of hot salsa in the middle, for fun. I don't add cilantro, as I have mentioned before that I think it's a colossal joke being perpetuated by the culinary community. You're not supposed to eat that stuff, I am sure of it! Happy weekend!

Ravine Vineyard wine in Jefferson Vineyard glasses.

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