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Wednesday, August 01, 2007
1 August: Fruit
The shop had pomegranates. DH is fond of pomegranates, so I bought one for him. But what fruit to buy as a treat for myself? Ah, a mango - I don't think I have ever eaten a fresh mango.
I have now eaten a fresh mango. I don't need to do that again.
Your mango wasn't ripe. If it was you'd be in deleriums of ecstasy. A ripe mango tastes like a peach that's been steeped in spiced nectar. It's better than sex.
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Prefer a nice Kiwi meself
Talking of Kiwi's, there is a much sought after imported English Kitchen Work surface taking Australia by storm.
I think it's called....
...hang on I'll remember in a min...
...it's something like...
...er...
...oh yes...
...it's...
Pommy Granite!!!!
(*eats roots and leaves*)
Boom - cha!
A good murph pun! Hurrah!
Your mango wasn't ripe. If it was you'd be in deleriums of ecstasy. A ripe mango tastes like a peach that's been steeped in spiced nectar. It's better than sex.
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