During Breakfast I discover that New Zealand grows some pretty terrific apples.
it's taste is as there were thousands of tiny dancers on my tongue all exploding in champagne bliss.
The New Zealand Fuji certified organic must be the gift of gods to man in terms of gifts of apples and as far as that can go to curry our favor.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Thursday, June 17, 2010
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well i thank you for that..i have a friend in NZ, i am demanding apples...
ReplyDeleteif that fails, find a While Foods - The one by me stocks them. They are delicious.
ReplyDeletewill do.. nothing better than a delish apple..i had a good Florida cantaloupe yesterday..
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