Fruta Tipica De Estados Unidos の小説・ストーリー

The crops are growing nicely, and it was fruit day! The fruits here are delicious when they are freshly picked. Some of the farmers give free samples, so they can get a taste of what's to come. My favorite is the mango, which comes from India. I have been craving it since a relative brought it here from traveling. Jabrel’s favorite is grapes, and he can eat a whole pack of them. Lily loves watermelon, and Mihkal enjoys his strawberries. We roamed around collecting different types of fruits. Satia is known for its food and scenery. A farmer caught my attention as he yelled out my name. "Queen Mia, would you like to try a banana? They are the first brunch that was picked this morning." He stat

“What are your ideas, Miya?” I swallowed. “There are a few changes that could be made to the menu,” I said, “but one that has really been on my mind is the lemon pie. I picked up some prickly pears on my way in this morning, and I thought that the juice would add an excellent sweetness to the pie.” Samara raised her eyebrows. “Prickly pears, you say?” I nodded. “I know they are the national fruit of Fresonia.” Beside me, Fiona huffed.

Juicy put her hand on her hips and tapped her foot in annoyance, staring at everyone in the room until they averted their eyes. She continued, despite the fact that she had no one to focus her anger on. "And first of all; those are not from a box or from the corner store. Those are fresh made. Second; fresh blueberries cost good money when people gotta be pigs about things!" Juicy put her hands back into the woman's hair. She pulled the comb through tensely. "So, if you all get hungry then you need to just pack a damn lunch, shit." She mumbled.