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Oct 2015
Today is the day to harvest my one and only chilli
-its been a barren crop this year, not enough Sun.
However with all solemnity, usually kept for funerals
I will collect my green chilli
- and add it to the chicken Madras simmering away on the hob.
Written by
nivek
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