tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post9164326985738165323..comments2023-03-28T02:24:11.142-07:00Comments on Selvage: Confession Tuesday.Linda Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02776352090489595324noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-67905217585558189362009-06-12T11:14:42.295-07:002009-06-12T11:14:42.295-07:00I know (though probably not to your degree). I suf...I know (though probably not to your degree). I suffered loquat guilt -- the only one eating those was my dog. And what a disgusting mess that made.<br /><br />(My wv is amsht. That says it all.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-5992226033273181482009-06-11T10:52:15.369-07:002009-06-11T10:52:15.369-07:00Sunny and 75 sounds like perfection. Like Goldilo...Sunny and 75 sounds like perfection. Like Goldilocks weather!wzgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17803260442691384173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-72644167954764100342009-06-11T10:51:36.462-07:002009-06-11T10:51:36.462-07:00First, I've got your back on the figs. Enjoin...First, I've got your back on the figs. Enjoined by the biblical injunction ("Each person will sit under his or her fig tree in peace." Micah 4:4) we have nurtured the volunteer fig in the back corner until the thing has become a monster. It's a lovely tree, but everyone here HATES the fruit. We've tried preserves, jam, chopped bits in salads, even homemade fig newtons...the damn things are just a sappy-sweet mushy...yech. And they make the same mess as yours.<br /><br />BUT...<br /><br />You have them. Others seem to want them. Why not take the deal? They get what they want, you get what you want - what's not to like?FDChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-17870768116131609402009-06-11T04:55:16.905-07:002009-06-11T04:55:16.905-07:00I say show no guilt. Get rid of the figs and keep ...I say show no guilt. Get rid of the figs and keep trading them for something you will actually use. Why not?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-71176988967818621832009-06-10T18:10:55.870-07:002009-06-10T18:10:55.870-07:00No confession . . . wonder if you saw this?
http...No confession . . . wonder if you saw this?<br /><br />http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2009/06/08090608crat_atlarge_menand?currentPage=allAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-3444078727099592302009-06-10T17:09:45.797-07:002009-06-10T17:09:45.797-07:00Fig trees seem to be as plentiful in the wild as t...Fig trees seem to be as plentiful in the wild as the single backyard citrus is in the urban landscape.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161437399904175793.post-91264776804779208912009-06-10T15:49:02.940-07:002009-06-10T15:49:02.940-07:00I confess that I am a wee bit of a hypochondriac. ...I confess that I am a wee bit of a hypochondriac. I can't do Dr. Google. I can't watch House. I can't look at the billboard on the side of the Hospital that says: "PREVENT STROKES: Know your Blood Pressure." If I do any of these things I will become convinced that I have whatever condition they happen to mention. I really think I am that special.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08668487489667818687noreply@blogger.com