This is so wrong. Anyone who’s met my relatives would KNOW I would never pump kin.
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To cook with pumpkin requires being something of a mad scientist, at least if you’re not going the whole canned route. You love a challenge in the kitchen, and you’re always trying out a new flavor combination that may or may not work. While it’s true that some of your best recipe ideas end up in the trash, just as many belong in a five star restaurant. |
Rotund, orange, used to scare kiddies … Sure sounds like you.
Orange? Have you mistaken me for Lindsay Lohan?
Interesting. Sounds like me and yet I have never eaten a pomegranate.
YOU STOP TYPING RIGHT THIS MINUTE AND GO EAT A FUCKING POMEGRANATE!!! If they were good enough for Persephone to come back from the underworld for, they’re too good to be missed, trust me.
Also; packed with antioxidants.
You would never pump kin? Well, then you can’t be from West Virginia, where their state motto should be renamed – “The Consanguineous State.”
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Okey-dokey, next fucking pomegranate I see is mine!
Those two comments together form a metaphor so powerful that even *I*, whose blog this is, dare not approach.
I see it, I see it!
I am brussel sprouts!
How much do I loathe that fucking vegetable?
It even tastes like shit with chocolate on it.
Christ in a sidecar . . .
~m