Don’t be afraid to try the weird flavors …

… but DO be prepared for your palette to be left unsettled.

I went to Amy’s the other night because I needed an ice cream fix. While I was waiting in line, I saw one of the rotating flavors was avocado. I know what you’re thinking — “Gross! Why would anyone turn the main ingredient in guacamole into a dessert?” But since I didn’t want to be too quick to judge, I asked for a sample since it was free.

A chick who looked like Molly Ringwald (the “Sixteen Candles” years), complete with ill-fitting ’80s clothes, a stretchy belt and a fedora, handed me a wood spoon with a dollop of green at the end. It started out OK — as ice cream. Then the avocado flavor creeped into the taste buds. And my brain said, “This is so wrong.” My mouth scrunched up like it does when it comes into contact with the dreaded bell pepper. A funny aftertaste coated my tongue and teeth. Well, at least now I know. And I never have to repeat that again.

I got my fallback flavor: Mexican vanilla with a strawberry crush’n. I would’ve gotten the crush’n for free except I couldn’t remember where the movie quote of the day was from:

“Who’s Frank Sinatra?”