Life of a Peach
I’ll have to eat the eggplant. We only grow 5-6 a year. Actually, that’s a grandiose statement. I think the most edible specimens we’ve harvested count to, well, two and they were small. But anyway, do I want to mess up the hob top with frying splatters? Fill the room with charred offerings? There’s so much to consider apart from hunger, satiation. Perhaps I’ll pick it and cook it tomorrow.
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