Text from my mother:
“This is our bitter melon. Know you don’t eat, but we have had a really good crop with humongous melons. Jimmy can eat it everyday. It’s like 15-16 inches long. Yummy.”
My mother sends me pictures of Satan’s ballsacs. Really. Mom. REALLY?
And to make matters worse, I almost set it as my wallpaper trying to download the attachment.
6 thoughts on “Text from My Mother….”
Bitter melon and durian are on the same list. I would try to avoid imminent starvation with grass before I would come near it. Bless her, she’s an amazing gardener 🙂
Oh she’s an AMAZING gardener 😀 I just loathe bitter melon.
That okra has fallen in with bad company. It needs to reevaluate its life choices.
I think the okra was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The bitter melon’s name is nice–and the skin is like a dragon’s hide!