In honor of Christmas carols, I thought I would do a little something different today. Though really I shouldn’t because the back log of fruit at my house is making my family very grumpy and every time the refrigerator opens they are certain to tell me that something is fermenting in there. Not that I would ever review fermenting fruit, no. I’m just using dramatic wording to get my point across here. Settle down people. Settle down.
Now back to the point.
Christmas carols! I thought I would re-write the Twelve Days of Christmas with the fruit I want to find and eat next year. I would torture you with all twelve verses, but I am way too busy (and lazy) to do that much typing, cutting and pasting. So here is the last verse. Please sing along as that would make me extremely happy. In fact sing the whole song. (Also a note to my true love, who is specifically called out in the second line, pay attention here. This is next year’s Christmas list.)
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Twelve durians stinking
Eleven paw paws ripening
Ten peacotums peaking
Nine loquats dripping
Eight moros bleeding
Seven soursops sweetening
Six dates delighting
Five finger limes
Four miracle fruit
Three salmonberries
Two mangosteens
And a lilly pilly in a sweet jam.
Very cute! Happy Christmas and thanks for visiting me 🙂 Btw, I have 4 loquats sitting in the crisper and the house is overflowing with fruit so the carol is very timely!