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Cucumber reminds me of my mother making me eat sprouts.
I like cashew nuts.
Which she had spent long and happy hours releasing from their shells, with crazy dedication, because the shelling of pine-kernels is a form of lunacy, you spend more energy getting the damn things out than they give you when you eat.
Red ants that had a sour farty smell when they were squashed.
You take them home expecting a nice English cucumber, but regrettably end up with a pickle.
What the fuck is a scone?
It's Irish, I think, for stale bread.
brown-capped porcini, yellow chanterelles, and oysters, every hillside ablaze with multicolored mushrooms, tasty and not nourishing in the slightest.
They [potatoes] are good for boys cold fingers at suppertime on winter nights.
Salt a slug shame a here, and they shrink right up.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
Off in strata of porous rock by the leathery half-plant, half-animal little makers - and
Peanuts/Peanut Butter
We were surrounded by thirty-foot-tall giants who were about to kill us. Then the sky opened up, and the gods descended."
"Grandad," the kids said, "you are full of schist."
"I'm not kidding!" he protested.
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
This particular ogre, who went by the name Skoorn, was (by ogreish standards) exceedingly clever, and he had developed a taste for what ogres call "screech melons.
strange, spiky pieces of
F***ing triffids.
I've never met a shell before. What a marvelous gift.
BOTOLPHS (pl.n) Huge benign tumours which archdeacons and old chemistry teachers affect to wear on the sides of their noses.
I have balls the size of grapefruits and come this Sunday, you'll be spitting out the seeds.
Chapter 3: Favorite Vegetables in The Home Garden Almost
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.
See, if you said green bean, I'd be very upset. However, if you told her an eggplant, I'd probably never wear pants again. So what's it going to be, Jess?
Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
This Superfood, Asparagus
Sweet potato fries
A very scurvy fellow.
The Mollusks - generous hosts when they weren't trying to kill you.
lagophthalmos - a
Appleblossom can't believe the taste of the dark square. Is tehre a way to describe this morsel of goodness? It is so sweet adn smooth. It makes a green snail seem like an old pinecone seed, and every possum knows that a green snail is fantastic eating.
The yellowy things on the tray were probably eggs, but they looked like they came pre-scrambled from alien chickens.
Sometimes the peanut; sometimes the shell.
When I started cooking the meal at home, after I had started cooking in restaurants, I usually would prepare bay scallops or lobster.
Silenus or Nymphs and
Nobody knows the truffles I've seen.
I'm really enamored of the potato in all its guises.
I'm like a fungus; you can't get rid of me.
I like a pickled cucumber. A regular cucumber I'm not so interested in.
Safe word is Pickle
I'm so close to Schiaparelli I can taste it. I guess it would taste like sand, mostly, but that's not the point.
The brussels sprout. This is also the worst vegetable of next year.
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.
It's hard to imagine a civilization without onions; in one form or another their flavor blends into almost everything in the meal except the desert.
I have the world's largest collection of seashells. I keep it on all the beaches of the world ... perhaps you've seen it.
What's your avocado?
A hole in my Sam.
How do they taste? They taste like more.
Planted in apple orchards they are of benefit in preventing apple scab,
Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.
the countless unnamed jewels of Mars,
A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.
The sight of a certain depressed-to-the-max head of seaweed has made me quite ill.
I prefer men to cauliflowers
two orbs of flesh?
Spare feast! a radish and an egg.
Once upon a time I owned a watermelon.
It's turtles all the way down.
Carnatur, eh? What are they man-eating daisies?
rolling eye balls
Red Delicious apples, whose misleading name is a travesty.
A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest.
A simple and tasty evening snacks.
Fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger,
What are those bulb things you're slicing?"
"You've never seen fennel? It looks like celery and tastes like licorice.
I have big nuts. huge nuts. Elephantitis of the balls - that's what I have.
Civilised my syphilised yarbles.
THE BIG YELLOW ONE IS THE SUN!!!
I'm a fastidious sort of fellow, fond of watermelon and buckbrush nuts.
Boil 'em once or twice in hot water, and they'll come as fair as chicken and ham.
right now I feel like I just ate a cold snail raw.
Young man, if I could remember the names of these particles, I would have been a botanist.
Bring me an order of escargots, but hold the slugs.
Onions, along with leeks, garlic, shallots and scallions, make up the allium family of vegetables, which can have beneficial effects on the cardiovascular and immune systems, as well as possible anti-diabetic and anti-cancer effects.
What most enraptured me were the asparagus.
What majesty is in a creeping Snail, what reflection, what earnestness, what timidity and yet at the same time what firm confidence!
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
The skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.
Flamingo necks, peacock brains, pike livers, lark tongues, sow's udders, elephant trunks and ears extravagantly frilled with parsley.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
and spinach from the pan
Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than
seem to bear flowers or
Is an egg a vegetable?
porcini-asparagus
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.
In an attempt at extroversion, she had worn a tunic with large slices of watermelon depicted on the front. What had she been thinking of?
The snails on the pink sleds of their bodies are moving
among the morning glories
The spider is asleep among the red thumbs
of the raspberries.
Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.
It is hard to imagine a civilization without onions.
... and you're kind, Scorpius. To the depths of your belly, to the tips of your fingers.
The life cycle of ratchet screwdriver fruit is quite interesting.
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.
A plant similar to sorrel. The leaf can be chewed up and applied
parsley. Vegetables these days are chopped into tiny grass.
What are they called? Sprackles, shakums, edible sequins, glossy sugar deedeebobs, I don't know. Instead of sprinkling them on a cookie, I sprinkle them on Angel de la Guarda.
My mom's collard greens. No one else in the world can make them like hers. I'm not just saying that because she's my mom. She's got some Mississippi secret. I could seriously eat them every day.
Let me tell you, nothing puts you off your bar-food nachos quicker than a lecture on the color and consistency of slug secretions.
I wish I had some stock in a scrunchie company.
I chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar.