Yum.
Nummy.
Slurp.
Someone (Mum) sent me a box of Royal Riviera pears.
I've shared a few of the oranges, but the pears? I dunno...they're awfully good pears...
If you've never had a Harry and David Royal Riviera pear, and you like pears or fruit, get yourself some. They're "I'll stab you in the hand of you try to take my pear away" good.
Ooh, the Oregold Peaches are amazing, too.
When I win the lottery, my fresh fruit will come from Harry and David.
No, they haven't asked me to pimp them...although, if they want to sign me up for the fruit of the month club, I won't say no.
Please ignore the huge, doughy, pasty hand that looks like a foot. Thank you.
Thank Mum!!
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4 comments:
I used to dream of living in an old farmhouse surrounded by an orchard. Peace, happiness and fresh fruit off the tree. Parts of Korea are like this-- they called to me like some sort of past-life or ancestral memory. Tree fruits are magical. What a lovely gift.
Mmm...I would adore having one of the old-fashioned orchards...and the know-how to keep it happy. There is something deeply satisfying about growing one's own food.
Dude.
You are a total hand-model.
You should send Harry and David this post. They totally sponsor give aways on blogs all the time.
No need to thank me. Just pay me in PEARS.
:)
Hmm...interesting idea...I shall look into that.
Meanwhile, I'm sorry, but you can't have a pear - there's not a pear to spare...
Hah!
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