tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875504.post116345485758956761..comments2023-11-25T10:20:39.198+00:00Comments on MustardPlaster: More Slow FoodMisshathornhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861177604834725742noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875504.post-1163912951625534612006-11-19T05:09:00.000+00:002006-11-19T05:09:00.000+00:00Young daughter HubbardBrought forth from her cupbo...Young daughter Hubbard<BR/>Brought forth from her cupboard<BR/>A chunk of raw squash on a plate.<BR/>If that's what's for dinner,<BR/>I'm bound to get thinner —<BR/>My gusto did swiftly abate.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875504.post-1163714680388412262006-11-16T22:04:00.000+00:002006-11-16T22:04:00.000+00:00Me thinks you been smokin too much, Pothead...Me thinks you been smokin too much, Pothead...Misshathornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11861177604834725742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875504.post-1163606598717459772006-11-15T16:03:00.000+00:002006-11-15T16:03:00.000+00:00Ah, Lady Hathorn,So you too are fond of the mighty...Ah, Lady Hathorn,<BR/>So you too are fond of the mighty Cucurbita Pepo in all it's pleasant multichromatic guises.<BR/>Oh if only the ingenuity of trick and treaters could match that of mother earth, we would not be drowning in a sea of orange every fall.<BR/>Give me the subtle blues of the Hubbards or stripes of turquise on salmon coloured baloons.<BR/>Is there a finer fruit in all the land, methinks not, the peach is certainly no match in the size department and the strawberry does last nowhere nearly as long in the larder.<BR/>I can't wait for further pictures of victorian garden treasures...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875504.post-1163479759232967632006-11-14T04:49:00.000+00:002006-11-14T04:49:00.000+00:00So you scoop the flesh out of its shell only to pu...So you scoop the flesh out of its shell only to put it into a different one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com