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Woah. That's like a tiny, self-contained bloody mary in the original package! I'd add a dash of Tabasco, though.
PARSNIPS! CHOKOS! SWEDES! TURNIPS! Blood oranges, bush lemons (the ones you have to carve through styrofoam-like rind to get to the pulp), lychees, rambutans, SOURSOP! My god, you poor English bastards have probably never tried soursop, unless you're the pith-helmet and jodpur-sporting adventurous type, and if you ever saw one, you'd probably empty your muskets at it, make the sign of the evil eye, and run! And I wouldn't blame you, surly-looking great roly-poly beasts they are. Taste like angel's tits, but they look like something Cthulhu pulled out of his armpit.
And the king of all fruit, the elusive (and possibly ficticious) Monsteria Deliciosa! Which is of course Latin for "It looks like a Triffid, but it tastes great!". Some call it the fruit salad plant- banana, pineapple, and coconut in one. Bastard thing only fruits once in a blue moon, I'm not even sure if it's commercially available.
Ooh, and those prehistoric little red crunchy bananas. And watercress. Sprouts of any kind. Cabbage, whatever you do to it- sourkraut or kimchi, I'm a cabbage slut. Brussel sprouts, but only if you treat them right, and don't boil the shit out of them. I say steam those little green mothers, little paprika, little sour cream, bob's your uncle. For all other sprout enquiries, see Durinda Hafna- the woman knows her sprouts!
I have never seen anything like that whirling cosmic maelstrom in vegetable form. I have the most brilliant concept for a Lovecraftian dinner with calimari, baby octopus, and a bunch of THOSE things on the side. Never before has Cosmic Terror looked so mouthwatering! Ooh, maybe I could bury one in a stalagmite of melted cheese, like the Elder Gods in At The Mountains of Madness! |
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