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Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.
Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover;
A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year;
The spring begins before the winter's over.
Cat piss and porcupines!
Cranberry Catsup
Cherimoya, the most delicious fruit known to men.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
I've never been so hungry that I was willing to lick honey off thorns.
vanilla with a twist.
I think I will drink my hemlock now....
Nice strawberries.
Shut up.
No, I mean it. Cute.
Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy
We would load up the yellow Cutlass Supreme station wagon and pick blackberries during blackberry season or spring onions during spring onion season. For us, food was part of the fabric of our day.
The devil is my strawberry!
Strawberries and Sophie. Ummmmmm, better than strawberries and cream.
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.
chickaree coffee.
Reunited with strawberry, raspberry and blueberry, I am berry, berry happy to be back working with JELL-O.
Once it's jam, it can't be strawberries anymore.
From strawberries under torture one may extract all sorts of things.
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The merriment of everything from foot-high weeds to hundred-foot oaks, rustling in the wind - grave chuckling of maples and alders, titters from groves of sapling sassafras, silly giggling in the raspberry bushes, a huge belly laugh from the oldest hollow ash tree before the freeway interchange.
There are bitter weeds in England.
Gooseberries should be mainstream berries! Why are chemically fattened strawberries a thing? Why not the delicious gooseberry?
She didn't know what a goji berry was, but it sounded like something Amazonian tribesmen might eat when they wanted to talk to their ancestors and embark on an inner voyage into some sort of unicorn-infested netherworld.
Whatever worked.
This last one is greener, it must be sweeter.
I sweet potato what I sweet potato.
She had a pair of vans he liked, with strawberries on them.
A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
My mother has an absolute passion for sour fruit and can strip a gooseberry bush quicker than a priest can strip a choirboy.
Desert trees that don't grow up but grow gnarled and thick. Stunted and stubborn. Remind me of Bangley. They just refuse to die at any price. Some
Country life has its advantages,' he used to say. 'You sit on the veranda drinking tea and your ducklings swim on the pond, and everything smells good ... and there are gooseberries.
The night is a strawberry.
Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor ... Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence.
Shucked and boiled in water, sweet corn is edible and nutritious; roasted in the husk in the hottest possible oven for forty minutes, shucked at the table, and buttered and salted, nothing else, it is ambrosia. No chef's ingenuity and imagination have ever created a finer dish.
How about peaches, dear? murmurs Madame Manec, and Marie-Laure can hear a can opening, juice slopping into a bowl. Seconds later, she's eating wedges of wet sunlight.
Hemlock in the cocktails, wasn't it? Something of that kind.
Sweet Washington cherries and Walla Walla onions are two of my favorite local treats.
Peanuts/Peanut Butter
What is [insert name here]? Does it taste good?
Until I was a teenager, I used red pokeberries for lipstick and a burnt matchstick for eyeliner. I used honeysuckle for perfume.
Kettle thingies. Yum.
The first peaches of spring - the first peaches! Buy, eat, purge your bowels of the poisons of winter!
A crier of green sauce.
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
If you don't sow your field what harvest other than thorns and weeds can you anticipate?
It was silly but incredibly sweet, these people spending so much energy trying to figure me out. The answer: I don't like cherries.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
August is dust here. Drought
stuns the road,
but juice gathers in the berries.
Peaches. Talk to me.
The first pale blossom of the unripened year.
I went to the juice isle, I learned something. Cranberries are taking over everything. What do you got, apples? Put some cranberrise in there, make it 50/50. Cran-apple. Grapes? Cran-grape. Mangos? Cran-mango. Pork chops? Cran-chop!
This is cherries, too. (looking again) I declare I believe that's the only one.
I'd entered the bliss of Washington, physically and emotionally: eating huckleberries, feeling beautiful and finally in control of my self. Feeling the changing season, my self changed.
Have you tried the cinnamon things?" Poppet asks. "They're rather new. What are they called, Widge?"
"Fantastically delicious cinnamon things?
I've got it all in here ultra violets, flying saucers, strawberry bootlace come on get involved..
A scoop of pure honey set in a green bowl.
King Billy nectaring on the harbinger.
Remember that lettuce doesn't grow on a spruce; and it also doesn't rhyme with it.
What are some words that come to mind when you think of flowers?
rashers of bacon.
Himalayans (blackberries) seize the land, gobbling acres, blanketing banks, consuming abandoned farmhouses and their Studebakers and anything left alone in the rain for five minutes or longer.
And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.
THE DOMESTICATION OF HUNCH
When life hands me lemons I...throw them back and demand JASPER HALE
This Superfood, Asparagus
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
pony, mashed potato, alligator, watusi, twist, jerk.
Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
And the pine trees that smell so wonderfully of spicy power. Shall I never see a mountain pine again? Really that would be no misfortune. To forgo something: that also has its fragrance and its power.
Honeysuckle. She smelled of honeysuckle. He thought about her pert little nose. He'd wanted to smile every time she tilted it to demonstrate her disdain toward him. If her obvious hatred for him hadn't been so great, hadn't hurt so badly, he might have smiled.
ginger ¼ teaspoon pumpkin
What's in that pipe that he's smoking?
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
an amaranthine valley of orange groves
What is sour in the house a bracing walk in the woods makes sweet.
When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.
Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.
I'm in the woods so much I can tell you which plants are edible.
Sometimes the sweetest juices can be found buried within the most mundane of fruits. Entreri
When life gives you a lemon, it's time for a Cowgirl's Prayer." This was one of her favorite alcoholic concoctions of tequila, lime juice and lemonade.
Grapes are juicy. Strawberries. Oranges. Good pork chops are succulent," said Dusty. "But the word isn't accurately descriptive of a person."
Smiling with delight, Ahriman said, "Oh, really, not accurately descriptive? Be careful housepainter. Your genes are showing. What if I were a cannibal?
I bought us a home. For you and me, and for peaches, and any other raspberries or blueberries that might come along later. This
For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death: and after many a year had come and gone, the berries growing there, were still believed to leave too deep a stain upon the hand that plucked them.
I am just a thistle.
Women did what strawberry plants did before they shot out their thin vines: the quality of the green changed. Then the vine threads came, then the buds. By the time the white petals died and the mint-colored berry poked out, the leaf shine was gilded tight and waxy.
Wildflowers are the stuff of my heart!
Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.
In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.
I like pineapple. It's delightful.
We believe you should throw out your Blackberry and go pick some actual blackberries.
tastes like berries." Swinging my way over to him on my
He had a crush on a blueberry bush once.
If the braine sowes not corne, it plants thistles.
I'm a fastidious sort of fellow, fond of watermelon and buckbrush nuts.
Does Strawberry Shortcake know you stole her horse? She will be berry, berry angry with you." I
Dreamt all night of horticulture prospects of
in northland futures for horticulturalists versed
in cut-ups developing new strains new fruits
as for example "tremeloes