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What did the carrot say to the wheat? Lettuce rest, I'm feeling beet.
The brussels sprout. This is also the worst vegetable of next year.
Thou art a peanut.
Beat sprouts, I croaked, ashamed I'd reached a point in my life where I had to make decisions like choosing between bean sprouts or potato chips (and then going with fucking bean sprouts!).
She says, he is a great soul. - A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in! said Mrs. Cadwallader.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
Peppier n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper.
Wally, stop playing with your beans."
Mom is participating in a nightly ritual that never changes. Tonight, The Turd's picking up lima beans, sniffing each one, and burying it in his mashed potatoes.
"I'm not playing with them," he says, matter-of-factly. "I'm checking them for fleas.
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.
Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your
languid spleen,
An attachment a la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a
not-too-French French bean!
A monkey was carrying two handfuls of peas. One little pea dropped out. He tried to pick it up, and split twenty. He tried to pick up the twenty, and split them all. Then he lost his temper, scattered the peas in all directions and ran away
Peanuts/Peanut Butter
Beans, beans, the musical fruit,
The more you eat, the more you toot.
We have become an army of multiply chemically sensitive, high-maintenance princesses trying to make our way through a world full of irksome peas.
April marks the season when school begins. You wear your new school uniform, and I ask you to please be as unstylish as those fuji dawn flowers. If I find you that way, I may turn you into a gift of a potted plant against your will.
One word, in this place, respecting asparagus. The young shoots of this plant, boiled, are the most unexceptionable form of greens with which I am acquainted.
Yeah, but I want to take a look at your little peashooter. It's kinda cute."
"It's a gun," Brenda said.
Lula pulled her Glock out of her bag and aimed it at Brenda. "Bitch, this is a gun. It could put a hole in you big enough to drive a truck through.
Peashot let his tongue loose within Matron Rosalie's field of surveillance and found himself on kitchen duty that evening. That same evening, Malik found himself eating a decomposed toad buried in his stew.
Experience has taught me to believe that, these human beans are the most insidious enemies man, with a tendency to corpulence in advanced life, can possess, though eminently friendly to youth.
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
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Why was the boy surprised to find celery growing out of his ears?
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
I am Amaxon Corazon Junia Principia Delgado the Third, and I bent over my meal and wept luxurious tears into my green banana porridge. It was a perfect decoction, and it now would not satisfy me.
--spring lamb roasted, with a mint jelly made from Constance's garden mint. Spring potatoes, new peas, a salad, again from Constance's garden. I remember it perfectly, madam. It is still one of my favorite meals.
What a rich book might be made about buds and, perhaps, sprouts!
Bertie, the boys are trying to eat my boyfriend!' - Peaseblossom
Frog or pearl, life hid something at the bottom of the cup.
April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
Chapter 3: Favorite Vegetables in The Home Garden Almost
Lentils are friendly - the Miss Congeniality of the bean world.
Cabbages, whose heads, tightly folded see and hear nothing of this world, dreaming only on the yellow and green magnificence that is hardening within them.
Is an egg a vegetable?
To him who is stinted of food a boiled turnip will relish like a roast fowl.
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.
I know it may seem small and insignificant, but it's not about what it is, it's about what it can become. That's not a seed, any more than you're just a boy.
Brussels sprouts are really quite versatile.
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
We picked some pea pods, opened them and ate the peas inside. Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good when they were freshly-picked and raw, and put them in tin cans, and make them revolting.
I may be wicked, but still I gave an onion
I sweet potato what I sweet potato.
All life on earth shares a common genetic code and basic biochemistry. We share genes with peas.
- It's gas but, isn't it? How we get suckered in. Some prick in a white coat says if you eat all o' your peas Gina Lollobrigida will sit on your face.
I'm a sunflower with a cracked petal.
'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.
And there's the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
I like beans. Lentils are beans, right? I love beans and rice.
And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.
The normal food of man is vegetable.
Peanut butter is the pate of childhood.
Jenny and I were like peas and carrots.
Today vegetables. Tomorrow...the world!
Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.
Omigosh - I'm a squash!
Katherine screwed her nose up at the taste of the instant coffee.
Grace laughed. "Trust me. You love this stuff. You can't start your day without it."
"Well that is just depressing," Katherine murmured, chasing a pea around her plate with a plastic fork.
I was determined to know beans.
These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.
Are you green and growing or ripe and rotting?
The first pale blossom of the unripened year.
Beans are a roof over your head.
A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.
PEASEBLOSSOM
A gloaming peace this evening with it brings
In the countryside where we lay our scene
Toad-ballad accompan'd, crickets sing,
and cupcake crumbs make fairy hands unclean.
An indignant Moth squeaked, There were cupcakes?!
Jezreel, God plants!
Heliotrope. To be sowed in the spring. A delicious flower, but I suspect it must be planted in boxes and kept in the house in the winter. The smell rewards the care.
What memoir of childhood doesn't at some point turn on the scent of a sweet pea or a freshly cut lawn or a boxwood hedge, to leap the fence of years?
Pel-i-cans, their beaks hold more than their bellies can.
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!
Spring is my sweetheart ...
Edible - good to eat and wholesome to digest, as a worm to a toad, a toad to a snake, a snake to a pig, a pig to a man, and a man to a worm.
Like everything else, the beans had exploded with growth in the last few days. "Holy jumping garbanzos!" my father declared. My mother answered with, "Great leapin' limas!
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
Safe word is Pickle
I'm a plant eater.
Beans are a roof over your stomach.
I may look like a dainty flower, but I'm really a wild weed.
Call any vegetable,
call it by name,
and the chances are good
that the vegetable will respond to you
As though on a seedling whose blossoms ripen at different times, I had seen in old ladies, on that beach at Balbec, the dried-up seeds and sagging tubers that my girl-friends would become. But, now that it was time for buds to blossom, what did that matter?
The best thing about hopeless is if you 're-arrange the letters, it spells pea slosh
It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable.
Tis now the twenty-third of march,
And this warm sun takes out the starch
Of winter's pinafore -
Methinks The Very pasture gladly drinks
A health to spring, and while it sips
It faintly smacks a myriad lips.
I'm a bit short on brain myself; the old bean would appear to have been constructed more for ornament than for use, don't you know ...
Peevishness may be considered the canker of life, that destroys its vigor and checks its improvement; that creeps on with hourly depredations, and taints and vitiates what it cannot consume.
Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well,
The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell,
Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Sorry, Bill. I just have this awful vision of being p-peeled like an onion, looking for the seeds."
He grinned. "Onions don't have seeds, Cordelia."
"I stand corrected," she said dryly.
A fusty nut with no kernel.
Don't think of onions!
O beautiful white land,
olives and wild anemone and violet
mingled among the shale,
and purple wings
of little winter-butterflies
say, here Psyche, the soul, lies.
Fair fresh leaves, and buds - and buds - tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.
I'm a peanut farmer at heart, still grow peanuts on my farm in Georgia.
We are Plantagenets - we dine on a diet of betrayal and heartbreak.
As lyke as one pease is to another.
Sometimes the peanut; sometimes the shell.
My garden will never make me famous. I'm a horticultural ignoramus. I can't tell a string-bean from a soybean, or even a girl bean from a boy bean
You don't spell it, son. You eat it.
I stabbed a piece of broccoli like it owed me money.
Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared ... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply, but she felt better for having told them.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
I will say A Pea in the Pod saved my life - at the end of my pregnancy. I even wear their tanks now to work out in because they're really long.