Jam Session

That's one glut transmogrified. We now have a surplus of kiwi daiquiri jam, but that's easier to dispose of than the pile of sad-looking kiwis.

Ah, the joy of breathing a rum-laden atmosphere.

Off to buy ginger for the assault on the marrow mountain...

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Ah, the tofu texture of raw marrow flesh!

It just needed to be stated.

(I'll omit the squish and pop as the seeds burst out and the squeak as the flayed skins rub together. See, I didn't say any of that, did I?)