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I'm having trouble keeping up — there are so many good ones here. Michael, the Aubergine poem (it's a beautiful word to hear) is stunningly seductively deliciously delicately dished. I don't know if I've ever read a food poem like it before. It would be good even if it were not an eggplant you were writing about but a woman named Aubergine. Maybe even better. (etymology:The French and the British (copying the French), call eggplants aubergine, which is derived from the Sanskrit word vatinganah (literally, “anti-wind vegetable”))
Martin, Yours are a vegetarian delight.
Ann, Much like Ben Gunn, I haven't had a good round of Camembert since the early seventies.
I'm looking forward to devouring the rest.
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Last edited by Jim Moonan; 12-07-2021 at 05:57 PM.
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