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Interesting. Stonecipheco Baby Foods. Not a bad line of products, really. A bit soft and runny for my taste, of course ... "
"Well, it's infant food, really, Norman.
What I love about the currawongs is the way in which they appear from nowhere and, for a brief period, rule the garden's soundscape, only to disappear as quickly as they arrived.
Hot crumpets with butter and jam - what could be more ambrosial?
Late season fruits.
The blood orange has its admirer, who suck it smugly. Cooks stalk it; they'd like to put it in some tartare sauce. However, some, like me, turn their noses up. In silence they mould bits of bread into balls, delighting in their work, then chuck them in God's face.
banana. Soon the boys were eating pudding with sliced bananas on
Custard is controversial: what makes it a custard, how best to cook it and, crucially, is it to be eaten or put in a pie and thrown?
I like a pickled cucumber. A regular cucumber I'm not so interested in.
Potatoes at six o'clock, Marie. Mushrooms at three. Now?
Cucurbits such as melons, squash, cucumbers, and pumpkins are largely dependent upon bees (Hymenoptera) for cross-pollination, and commercial production is difficult and uncertain when suitable pollinators are absent.
you curdled clot of whores piss
I like cashew nuts.
I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
When the watermelons were as large as a child's head, the women boiled them, but they collapsed into a tasteless green mush that no one could eat, not the children, not the cow.
Where do you get bitter cherries?" Deuce asked.
"Disgruntled trees.
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.
Bollocks, I thought, or testiculi or possibly testiculos if we were using the accusative.
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck chlamydia?
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
When you mix raisins and turds, you've still got turds.
Heaven is a homegrown cucumber
Burgers the size of your fist.
Great rolls of toilet paper arc like ejaculate through the black sycamores.
Blueberry Muffins
Chapter 3: Favorite Vegetables in The Home Garden Almost
There is a charm in making a stew, to the unaccustomed cook, from the excitement of wondering what the result will be, and whether any flavour save that of onions will survive the competition in the mixture.
Aborigines, n. Persons of little worth found cumbering the soil of a newly discovered country. They soon cease to cumber; they fertilize.
Sweet potato fries
I had never thought of a tomato as a fruit - the ones I had known were mostly white in the center and rock hard. But this was so luscious, so tart I thought it victorious. So - some tomatoes tasted like water, and some tasted like summer lightning.
Peaches. Talk to me.
What's brown and sounds like a bell? DUNG!
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
Custard puddings, sauces and fillings accompany the seven ages of man in sickness and in health.
brown-capped porcini, yellow chanterelles, and oysters, every hillside ablaze with multicolored mushrooms, tasty and not nourishing in the slightest.
The sticky buds of the weeping cherry
I chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar.
Pumpkin squares???
Your stew, so long deferred, stands finally extra causas. Greet it as your fellow creature. It is as deliciously unnecessary as you are.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
Pumpkin Cock - Oh My! Jacko
The balls were dry as wood, you had to lick and suck at them before they tasted like sour cherries. If you chewed them well, the pit felt very smooth and hot on the tongue. Those night cherries were a happy thing, but they only sharpened our hunger.
Poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
panchitos, blacks,
Marcellus cudgeled his memory. What did he know about Arpino? Delicious little melons! Arpino melons! And exactly the right time for them, too.
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
F***ing triffids.
Yew berries?" "Berries or leaves. Highly poisonous. Taxine, of course, is the alkaloid.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
Our backs hut from gathering them: how hard they were to find among the concealing leaves, the frosted deceiving grass.
Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberries.
Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.
ginger ¼ teaspoon pumpkin
They were a bit like cows but twice and large,
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Nuts they go, macadamia they go so ballistic, whoa.
But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?
Red ants that had a sour farty smell when they were squashed.
Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?
How do they taste? They taste like more.
Young man, if I could remember the names of these particles, I would have been a botanist.
The poison dart hidden in the raisin tart. ...
Quagmires, remember?
He settles back with a small handful of cashews; dry-roasted, they have a little acid sting to them, the tang of poison that he likes.
peccadillo. So far as my observation goes, men
Master Custard, you must rise and be hanged
A brown composition, which looked like diluted pincushions without the covers, and was called porridge.
Crabs, crabs, crabs. Crabs the size of beach donkeys.
Cucumber should be well sliced, dressed with pepper and vinegar, and then thrown out.
A fig for partridges and quails, ye dainties I know nothing of ye; But on the highest mount in Wales Would choose in peace to drink my coffee.
If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?
If life gives you lemons, you make beef stew
The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom
Citties are taken by the eares.
Wilson has some fancy name for it, but
I call lit macanaccady. Anything I can't analyze in the eating
line I call macanaccady and anything wet that puzzles me I call
shallamagouslem.
Don't put beets in the soup, Reshi. They're foul.
cheese cauldron.
Chadwickius frenemus,
Quinoa and Banana Muffins
A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute.
Kenny was bludgeoning his cucumber.
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
This is cherries, too. (looking again) I declare I believe that's the only one.
Intensely craving a salad of green papaya with bird chilies that tore your mouth apart, that burned your lips, set fire to your heart.
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup
together they breakfasted on 'Venison and Chockalatte',
I cook anything but chitlins.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Cassoulet, that best of bean feasts, is everyday fare for a peasant but ambrosia for a gastronome, though its ideal consumer is a 300-pound blocking back who has been splitting firewood nonstop for the last twelve hours on a subzero day in Manitoba.
I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric product
And look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.
A sweet fruit for a sweet fight.
There were pecans, there were cashews and then there was just plain nuts.
A freakish homunculus germinated outside of lawful procreation.
The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane.
It was a fruit we had never seen before, larger than an apple, about the size of a grapefruit. It was round and yellow like the leaves of a neglected book.
I'm a fastidious sort of fellow, fond of watermelon and buckbrush nuts.
Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
You know what scares me most?"
"Chipmunks?