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This Is Not The Illicit Love Child of an Orange and a Banana

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As promised, here are a few images of the fragrant Buddha's Hand. As part of the Menu for Hope, I'm putting up some homemade marmalade. You can read more about the cause here. Simple, I know. But considering the deadlines, shopping, cooking, and partying ahead, I've gotta be level-headed about my abilities.

Your own fingers are tempted to play with the slender citron fingers. Grab it from the base and suddenly, the fruit becomes an appendage, a part of you.

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The enticing fragrance makes you want to bite into the fruit. But as I said before, that would be a mistake. Because this pretty thing has no flesh and no juice. Just thick skin. Cook it down. Let it rest in a bottle of vodka. Or candy it to savor with a cup of tea.

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But the best part is when you take it home and everyone lays eyes on it. Imaginations run wild. "Did an orange and banana get it on?" "Is that a nuclear-agro experiment gone wrong?" Or simply, as said by my friend's kid, "it looks like an octopus!" Yeah, I think so, too.

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UncategorizedVanessa Chang