In the past decade, every time I've bought an avocado in the States, I think about a time in 1997, when Windy and I were sailing child-free on the first Del Viento. We were at our first supermarket in Mexico, a subsidized store for the fishing community on Isla Cedros, about halfway down the Baja peninsula. We were there to buy the fixings for guacamole, the dish we'd agreed to bring to a potluck of eight hungry cruisers. I loaded up our basket with enough avocados, tomatoes, green onions, white onions, cilantro, chili peppers, and limes for a guacamole feast. I watched the woman ring up our produce. She paused at the peppers and didn't bother to ring them up, just tossed them in the bag. I don't think they were worth a peso. The cost of the avocados turned out to be ten for a dollar's worth of pesos. Our total bill was less than the peso equivalent of US$2.00. It stands as my benchmark for cheap food.