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Caught between the tongue and the taste.
Dessert without cheese is like a beauty with only one eye
Apple"
Sometimes when eating an apple
I bite too far
and open the little room
the lovers have prepared,
and the seeds fall out
onto the kitchen floor
and I see
that they are tear-shaped.
The human fruit is always ripe for peeling.
Fresh, sweet honeysuckle. Ripe and rich and ready to be fucked
PLUCKED, he corrected himself, ready to be plucked.
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous!
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
Sweetly and subtly perfumed ... so soft it is best eaten with a spoon, a tenderness more appealing to gourmets than to those who have to pick, ship, handle and store it in constant fear of ruinous spoilage.
The finest fruit earth holds up to its Maker is a finished man.
I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.
Everyone says,
Come to your senses, and I do, of you.
Every touch electric, every taste you,
every smell, even burning sugar, every
cry and laugh. Toothpicked samples
at the farmers' market, every melon,
plum, I come undone, undone.
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
An oyster, that marvel of delicacy, that concentration of sapid excellence, that mouthful bwefore all other mouthfuls, who first had faith to believe it, and courage to execute? The exterior is not persuasive.
Has the sheep eaten the flower or not?
The raw tomato, devoured in the garden when freshly picked, is a horn of abundance of simple sensations, a radiating rush in one's mouth that brings with it every pleasure ... a tomato, an adventure.
Don't uncork what you can't contain
I am ripe. Ripe enough to hear your Truth. But shout it for one ear remains deaf.
When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.
Intensely craving a salad of green papaya with bird chilies that tore your mouth apart, that burned your lips, set fire to your heart.
Nothing pleases which is not freshened by variety.
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.
If you were adventurous, scoop out the fragrant, heavenly, alarming flesh of the durian.
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.
Simple, like uncarved wood.
Bean finds the best apple in our tree and hands it up to me. "You know what this tastes like when you first bite into it?" she asks.
"No, what?"
"Blue sky."
"You're zoomed."
"You ever eat blue sky?"
"No," I admit.
"Try it sometime," she says. "It's apple-flavored.
Holy crap on a cracker.
Winter is not so dangerous. I need hardness, cold, rigidity; not this heaviness, as if I'm a melon on a stem, this liquid ripeness. The
A watermelon that breaks open by itself tastes better than one cut with a knife.
Chipper intuited that this feeling of futility would be a fixture in his life. A dull waiting and then a broken promise, a panicked realization of how late it was.
This futility had let's call it a flavor.
Free from passion and desire, you have stripped the thorns from the stem.
From vine to finish. A single grape the start of it, this unlabeled bottle right here in my hand the end of it, the eight hundred grapes inside.
Fruit forced is never half so sweet / As that comes quite in season.
Until we're rotten, we cannot be ripe.
Pre-Digested', that almost
Moeller, who has tasted a naked Cheeto, likens it to a piece of unsweetened puffed corn cereal
A person must be extremely careful not to eat fruit before it fully ripens on the tree,
The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering.
It is the fate of all things to ripen, and then to decay.
Unforgiveness,
splinter in your breastbone, lives
there lodged like a small tree.
Withers in winter, looms
in spring. Its fruit is sweet
on first bite, then turns
into the taste of your own flesh.
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
How seasonably
leaf and blossom uncurl
and living things arrange their death,
while someone from afar off
blows birthday candles for the world.
I shall arm myself with a knife" said Mr. Hale: "the days of eating fruit so primitively as you describe are over with me. I must pare it and quarter it before I can enjoy it.
The winter's frost must rend the burr of the nut before the fruit is seen. So adversity tempers the human heart, to discover its real worth.
These apples have hung in the wind and frost and rain till they have absorbed the qualities of the weather or season, and thus are highly seasoned, and they pierce and sting and permeate us with their spirit.
Good resolutions are a pleasant crop to sow. -The seed springs up so readily, and the blossoms open so soon with such a brave show, especially at first. But when the time of flowers has passed, what as to the fruit?
A.J. decides to call Lambiase. He suggests frozen shrimp from Costco, which A.J. now recognizes as Lambiase's default party-throwing suggestion.
Worthless as wither'd weeds.
Food that good deserved undisturbed digestion
I'll order anything that has the word 'fig' or 'crusted' in the menu description.
The world was a tough and unfair place, but even the most hardened soul likes to chew on fruit.
It is not a matter of indifference whether we like oysters or clams, snails or shrimp, if only we know how to unravel the existential significance of these foods.
Cheese. The adult form of milk.
Uncut grass always meant something.
I popped out of a bamboo, fallen from the sky.
Leave no leaf ripped, don't you ruin the nature.
It makes me bitter, remembering inhuman past.
Narcotic greens narcotic greens like reeling firmaments disclose in their appearing randomness the sweetest means that you or she or any wandering Thales might choose to be wonder-struck with at the moment when we die
Wife has put me on a strict diet so I am only allowed fruit for breakfast now, announced Raj as he unwrapped a Terry
Hee that eats the hard shall eate the ripe.
The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and in short you are for ever floored.
She kindly laments that I am not of the party, and to be sure I honour great ladies, and I admire great wits, but I am of the same opinion in regard to assemblies that is held concerning oysters, that they are never good in a month that has not the letter R in it.
Live, my dear Nora. Satisfy your hunger. There's food all around you, you know.' 'What kind of food, I'd like to know?' 'Ah'-he smiled- 'you must taste all things, actually to know if you like them.' And what good is that, I wanted to ask, if the most delicious fruit is forbidden?
Once I had it free, I gobbled the sandwich like a nature-film otter cracking an oyster on its stomach: knees up in the wiring under the dashboard, my elbows jammed against the steering wheel, my chest serving as a table, my shirt as a tablecloth.
eaten for lunch.
Safe word is Pickle
I was ripe ten years ago. Now I'm merely preserved, and before long I'll be buried back in the orchard with the other pits.
-Amanda to Jack
As I move along the line, other food items are plunked onto my tray: a small salad of iceberg lettuce and bacos, a slice of white bread with a pat of Hotel Holiday butter and blob of red Jell-O with fruit cocktail trapped inside. Instantly, I feel compassion for the trapped fruit.
Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was
Taste of forbidden fruit, made all the more exciting
I felt laid bare, a fruit split open to reveal a moldering inside.
vanilla with a twist.
I banana the softest banana in the world; it's a new game, seeing just how soft I can banana while still banana-ing.
A plant similar to sorrel. The leaf can be chewed up and applied
Umm ... So I just realized Ive been peeling bananas wrong my entire life. Thank you animal planet.
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
Without good company all dainties
Lose their true relish, and like painted grapes,
Are only seen, not tasted.
There is no fruit which is not bitter before it is ripe.
The moon is made of a green cheese.
Red Delicious apples, whose misleading name is a travesty.
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.
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
I am thinking of the onion again ... Not self-righteous like the proletarian potato, nor a siren like the apple. No show-off like the banana. But a modest, self-effacing vegetable, questioning, introspective, peeling itself away, or merely radiating halos like ripples.
A nasty surprise in a sandwich
The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is dizzyingly brilliant. Mark Leyner is a hyperkinetic shaman, who flies the banner of rum and candy and writes like a one-eyed feral bandit. His new book is supremely original, delirious and synapse-shattering.
I like cheese. Fromage.
And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.
He darted a look at the uncovered basket behind me, saw what I was eating, and glared at me. "That's appalling," he said.
"They're wonderful!" I said. "They're all coming ripe."
"All the better to turn you into a tree," he said.
"I don't want to be a tree yet," I said.
In the morning, I wake up and find a pomegranate on my doorstep: red and perfect, round as the world itself.
Thank you, horseradish, for being neither a radish nor a horse. What you are is a liar food.
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.
right now I feel like I just ate a cold snail raw.
An unedified palate is the irrepressible cloven foot of the upstart. The
Let the apple ripen
on the branch
beyond your need
to take it down.
The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.
Hard and dry, a chickpea is inedible.
Hard and dry, a heart is unlovable.
Presoak it in dance, music and art.
Each sort of cheese reveals a pasture of a different green, under a different sky.
Coconut teased him with tropical deliciousness; then the vanilla he so often smelled on Lou's neck wafted up. He ached to hold her, smell that spot right behind her ear. The cake, frosted and covered with toasted coconut, beckoned, wanting to be cut and eaten immediately.
You like a cracker?
What kind of cracker?
Graham, chocolate, cocoanut, whatever you want.
Maybe just a plain cracker.
I don't have plain crackers. I got graham, chocolate and cocoanut.
Alright, a graham cracker.
They're in the kitchen, in the closet.
Maybe later.
The stripping away of illusion and the struggle to find personal reality can be likened to the peeling of an apple. As one peels away the layers of unreality ... eventually only the core remains.
For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.
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.
Without the brandy, it's just ... crumbled up tes leaves floatin' in warm
water ... and what fun would that be?
Aunt Maddy from Angela's Coven #covenbooks