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Post by bazfaz on Aug 25, 2009 14:45:40 GMT
...and picked eight luscious ripe figs. There are a couple of hundred more on the tree.
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Post by lagatta on Aug 25, 2009 14:59:34 GMT
Is this tree on your new property?
At one of the student residences I stayed in when in Perugia, there was a beautiful fig tree just by a balcony on the same storey as my room - a room that was as large as a decent-sized studio apartment; the residence was old, probably two students or more shared rooms long ago, or teachers lived there. I loved going out on the balcony and picking ripe juicy figs.
In Italian, most fruit trees are masculine and the fruit feminin: "melo", for example, one of the names for an apple tree, "mela" an apple, pero/pera etc. But the fico remains fico for the fruit because "fica" is such common slang for the female genitalia and has been for centuries. Doesn't take a lot of imagination...
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 25, 2009 16:02:36 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2009 16:52:10 GMT
Uh.... so what? Do we have a limit on the number of threads?
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Post by imec on Aug 25, 2009 17:04:49 GMT
63. Everything in it's Right Place - Radiohead Whoops! Sorry, wrong thread.
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 25, 2009 17:25:19 GMT
I am so sorry that I find it a courtesy to others to acknowledge threads already in existence, although obviously older ones do get overlooked.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2009 17:25:52 GMT
Wrong apostrophe! That's for damn sure!
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Post by bazfaz on Aug 25, 2009 20:42:20 GMT
Bixa, I clicked on your link. Maybe figs were on a previous page.
But let's be honest about this. I don't look at every thread every day. That is not my life. I haven't noticed anything about figs recently so I posted my innocent little thread about going for a walk and picking some.
Maybe in a week's time I'll have another thread about the disgusting fig liqueuer in Tunisia.
And the week after another thread about the great fig and peach jam I had while staying in Ajaccio, Corsica. It was home made and the woman's son was an Air France pilot. Maybe he flew us back to Paris the next day.
And then there was the time I lived on a Greek island and a man came (while we were still asleep) and wrote his name on the terrace table is purple and white figs.
You probably don't give a fig for all these ideas.
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Post by Don Cuevas on Aug 26, 2009 12:58:21 GMT
In other words, Baz, you don't give a fig about Bixa's counsel? ;D
Seriously, I can hardly wait to get home to Pátzcuaro to harvest and use some of the luscious, plump figs awaiting us for free.
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Post by Don Cuevas on Aug 26, 2009 13:00:45 GMT
I'm looking forward to getting home to Michoacan where luscious, ripe figs await us for free picking.
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Post by bazfaz on Aug 26, 2009 14:58:34 GMT
I have just returned from a walk in a different direction with more figs. Yesterday's were green figs, today's are purple.
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