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  • Today we harvested the quinoa. Before this crop I had no idea you could grow South American quinoa up here in Northern America. Grandma saw me eating a lot of quinoa last Thanksgiving as I was allergic to potatoes at the time, and bought me a packet of quinoa seeds from some store that only love-driven grandmothers must know about.

    And up my quinoa grew, they knew exactly what to do. The plants emitted pheromones and everyone working the garden fell in love with their blooms. Sawdust and lipstick colored flowers. Pinstriped yellow and green stalks, they were the most flamboyant thing in the garden. The corn crops behind the quinoa, usually the tallest and most coveted, wilted with jealousy. And the broccoli went to seed trying so hard to keep up it's shared debut to the family garden.
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