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Apricots
I have discovered apricots. Fresh apricots, I mean. I've always liked then tinned- in syrup (with ice cream)- but I don't think I'd ever eaten a fresh one before this Christmas. They taste like plums, a little firmer, a little less tart and the joy of them is that they're small. Large pieces of fruit intimidate me; I think- when faced with an apple or a large melon wedge- do I really have to eat all that? But an apricot goes down in a couple of bites.
And then I want another....
And then I want another....
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oh, and what's a swede? i mean, aside from those troublingly blonde folks...
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Swede is the English for rutabaga. The Scots (I've just looked this up) call them Neeps (which I think is the best word of the three.)
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