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The sweet-tart mango dribbled cool juices over her eager lips, while the plump cherries burst between her teeth.
You're searching for unicorns among mules.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
My grandmother would shanghai pilots at the Havana airport so they'd bring me cartons of mango baby food
the only kind I'd eat. I learned to eat peach later. And in every carton, she'd slip in a Cuban record.
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.
I saw with open eyes, Singing birds sweet, Sold in the shops, For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of, Stupidity Street.
A sweet fruit for a sweet fight.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Planted in apple orchards they are of benefit in preventing apple scab,
What are those?" Nico called.
rashers of bacon.
I heard through the Verdie grapevine yesterday that the sexy cowboy who lives in this house likes gingersnaps."
"Sexy?" One dark eyebrow shot up. "That's according to the grapevine," she said.
"I kind of like the grapevine then.
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.
great-grandmother's
In a long journey straw waighs.
You had me at fruit pies
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Let's go to Nando's!Nando-- Niall Horan
In Africa, you know, if you're poor, at least you can go to the forest and share some mangoes with the gorillas and monkey.
I couldn't unpeach the peaches.
strange and imported foods.
By their fruits ye shall know them.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
India Lima Yankee
Afrikander cattle.
out of my way cakesniffers
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.
Those truffled turkeys, of which the reputation and the price are still increasing, appear like beneficient stars, and make the eyes sparkle of all sorts of gourmands of every category, whilst their faces beam with delight and they themselves dance with pleasure.
Carnivorous unicorns, I thought.
Sweet potato fries
Man, they got mosquitoes 'round this place big enough to rape a chicken.
For the last few centuries, these jeweled fruits have been my constant and sole companions. The greatest treasure in all the world, as comfortless as light to the blind.
They're my nakama.
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
Ras Tiegans fried everything, from grasshoppers to pickles to hunks of curried dog.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
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Unicorns rule the world
OMistakes will be made
Jerrykins, or Pickled Gherkins. Lord Peter was not one of those born uncles who delight old nurses by their
the best choice we have on the menu tonight.
order a prawn curry,
Carnatur, eh? What are they man-eating daisies?
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
Entomologists have a name for young flies, but it is an ugly name, an insult. Let's not use the word "maggot." Let's use a pretty word. Let's use "hacienda.
Orange, Longbottom.
chooks. You cannot go away and leave
Nameless McBitchypants
Figs that drip with honey, sugar blown into curls and flowers.
(Israeli-style eggs poached in tomato
A bird, music and food -desert island items
You need a seed-key to open doors of your fruit results.
F***ing triffids.
Ng Security Industries Semi-Autonomous Guard Unit #A-367 lives in a pleasant black-and-white Metaverse where porterhouse steaks grow on trees, da<>ng>ngng>li<>ng>ngng> at head level from low branches, and blood-drenched Frisbees fly through the crisp, cool air for no reason at all, until you catch them.
I bought us a home. For you and me, and for peaches, and any other raspberries or blueberries that might come along later. This
The bisy larke, messager of day.
Sometimes the sweetest juices can be found buried within the most mundane of fruits. Entreri
Tell me a story,' demanded Fireflyer.
'Why? Do you eat them, too, then?'
'Only the ohs and ayes and ees and oos. The Kays are too spikey and the zeds are too buzzzy and the ones with the dots get stuck in your teeth and the esses sometimes slide down inside your vest and tickle.
Under an orchard tree, dropping with cherries, cowgirls lay in the shade. They fed each other fruit. Dark juice dribbled into dimples. Cherry meat stained smiles and nostrils.
The countryside they
iguana 25. navigable 26. forage
Carter-headed chicken.
chickaree coffee.
Jaguar - For men who'd like hand-jobs from beautiful women they hardly know.
Nuts they go, macadamia they go so ballistic, whoa.
The hardest part for us was watching them harvest our Shamouti oranges.Those were our favourites, thick skinned, seedless and juicy.When the wind was strong, the scent of their blossoms in the spring and their fruit in the summer still reached us.
Zola smills, smuggles, what is that word? What is it, that word for the happy teeth??
Blueberry Muffins
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
In Spain, attempting to obtain a chicken salad sandwich, you wind up with a dish whose name, when you look it up in your Spanish-English dictionary, turns out to mean: Eel with big abcess.
Gallimaufry of ices and trifles and toasts, supervised
I like Indian takeaway.
The first peaches of spring - the first peaches! Buy, eat, purge your bowels of the poisons of winter!
The patient bird breakfasts on the
juiciest worm.
Flies? Flies? Poor puny things. Who wants to eat flies?
What kind of maggot grows in the corpse of a day?
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.
One Said, 'My grandfather once planted a Langra tree but, before he could eat the fruit, he had to marry it to another tree. A tamarind. Custom decreed it.'
'I know about that custom,' said a colleague. 'The jasmine is considered a suitable bride for a mango.
Civilised my syphilised yarbles.
You know what really fries my Puerto rican pancakes?
Morni<>ng>ngng> sun fills the house, creamy as lemon chiffon, lighti<>ng>ngng> the insides of cupboards and empty closets and clean, bare floors.
My former health minister, Kamran Bagheri Lankarani, is like a peach. I love to eat him.
You can't keep your feet on the ground, hoping to enjoy the fruits of your labour. The fruits are on the top; keep climbing till you pluck them with your hands!
Oh it's just my breakfast, Lisa. A couple of bags of Maltesers, a Toblerone, a Bounty, Jelly Tots, some Skips, seven bags of Monster Munch, Raj was doing a special offer on those, a box of Creme Eggs, and a can of Diet Coke.
This flour of wifly patience.
Ripe strawberries hung from the little plants, row after row. They gleamed like baubles, bright and red among the leaves, weighing down their stalks.
Tedros in the Sky with Chocolate
If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is poontang.
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
Peanuts/Peanut Butter
Every week, I heave open a supermarket skip and find therein a more exotic shopping list of items than I could possibly have invented - Belgian chocolates, ripe bananas, almond croissants, stone-ground raisin bread - often so much it would have fed a hundred people.
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
Food for the native Ewoks.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
Before long four dozen balls lay scattered at the base of the fence, a harvest of dirty white fruit.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
Little birdy fly's away from the nest on its own and comes back with one twig and you invite it back in, it will bring more!
Fuck you, ginger balls.