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Monday, January 07, 2013

harvesting luffa

This morning Ming asked me if I would like to harvest luffa with him.  I said yes. 

Here's a rotten one that broke.

Here are two as they hung on the withered vine, about to be harvested.

Here's an end.  The websites said there's be a lot of black seeds, but we saw only white seeds still embedded in the flesh.

Here's Ming peeling one.


And here you can see him getting his thumb up under the skin.

We're going to let them sit on the porch for a while to dry out more.



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