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While we waited for the chicken to cook, we walked with a gaggle of kids and their various parents so they could show us the crops they were growing: corn, mulberry, coriander, and much more. Along the way they pulled these prickly pears from some trees and ate them. Beautiful things, but mine had some prickles still in it after it was opened; my tongue was sore for 15 minutes. Life is terribly difficult.
Posts Tagged ‘prickly’
May
17
2009