#Physalis peruviana

[rattyexplores]

Cape Gooseberry

Physalis peruviana

24/03/23 - NSW, Dapto

[sidewalkchemistry]

Cape Gooseberries (aka Physalis peruviana, Goldenberries, Physalis, Harankash, Poha, Amour en Cage, Peruvian Ground Cherries)

Culinary Uses

Unique flavour.

Cape gooseberry can be eaten fresh, added to fruit salads and fruit cocktails, dipped in chocolate and other glazes, pricked and rolled in sugar or combined with avocado.

For desert it can be cooked with apples or ginger and stewed with honey.

Has a high pectin content - can be canned whole, preserved as jam, made into sauce, used in pies, puddings, chutneys and ice cream.

The berries can be dried into tasty "raisins" or used as a garnish.

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[fics]

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jujutsu kaisen

⁕ skew lines a pair of lines which neither intersect nor run parallel to each other (gojo satoru x fem!reader; reincarnation (soulmates) au; angst with happy ending)

⁕ we're the summer to our winter rain [series] (gojo satoru x reader) note: each fic in this series is connected, but can be read as a stand-alone too! :))

⁕ Physalis peruviana Neither too sweet. Nor too sour. An unusual blend of tangy-sour and swirly-sweet is what you need at times to find your lost taste of life. (gojo satoru x fem!reader; reunion fic; angst with a happy ending; manga ch. 221 spoilers)

⁕ tang! (gojo satoru x fem!reader; yakuza au; uni au; TIMESKIP; dad!satoru x mom!reader) note: each fic in this series is connected, but can be read as a stand-alone too! :))

⁕ One Day, Three Autumns [series] (Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelings™️; Flangst; CanonCompliant; Non-Linear Narrative) note: each fic in this series is connected, but can be read as a stand-alone too! :))

⁕ Husband Satoru SMAU 💝 Fem!Reader; Domestic Fluff; Humor; Gojo Satoru THE BEST HUSBAND EVER!! 💝

⁕ you make my heart flutter and fibrillate [series] (gojo satoru x reader) note: each fic in this series is connected, but can be read as a stand-alone too! :))

⁕ wreaths of asphodel [series] (gojo satoru x reader) note: each fic in this series is connected, but can be read as a stand-alone too! :))

⁕ fictitious force (gojo satoru x reader) note: each fic in this series is connected, but can be read as a stand-alone too! :))

⁕ la douleur exquise (noun) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable (gojo satoru x fem!reader; 18+ content so mdni; former teacher gojo x former student reader; angst & smut; unrequited love; hurt/no comfort)

⁕ mine? yes, mine. (trueform!sukuna x wife!reader) note: each fic in this series is connected, but can be read as a stand-alone too! :))

⁕ For Love's Sake Only... Or Is It? Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader; Victorian AU; Epistolary. Fluff, Angst, Drama & Romance; Arranged Marriage; Marriage of Convenience; Love at First Sight; Slow Burn; Letters; Secret Identity.

⁕ Lights! Camera! And... CUT!!! special grade sorcerer sukuna x cursed spirit fem!reader; fluff, angst, drama, humor; eventual romance; unrequited hatred[?] to requited love[?]; grumpy x sunshine trope

⁕ Inverse Function (ryomen sukuna x fem!reader) The inverse function of a function f is a function that 'undoes' the operation of f.

⁕ JJK Historical AU ✨✨

⁕ to fall in love is to create a religion (that has a fallible god) geto suguru x you; canon-compliant; set in hidden inventory arc—jjk 0 timeline; senpai x kouhai; co-parenting; strangers to friends to co-parents to lovers; fluff; angst

⁕ what is the point of lukewarm love? knight geto suguru x disgraced noble fem!reader; historical au; arranged marriage; slow burn; misunderstanding; arguments; kind of enemies to lovers; angst; drama; fluff; smut; hurt/comfort; eventual happy ending; MDNI

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Tuesday 28 November 2023

Grown in pots the Physalis peruviana (Cape gooseberry, Inca berry) is a branching, herbaceous perennial with hairy leaves and small, yellow flowers with chocolate-brown centres. The fruit are edible with a high Vitamin C content, and the orange berries are each enclosed in a papery, lantern-shaped husk.

Jill Raggett

[foxesandfairlies]

Physalis peruviana.

[chocolatesbean]

Dark Cape Gooseberry Chocolate

What I love most about this chocolate is its versatility. Whether you're making a simple dessert for a quiet evening at home or creating an impressive dish for a special occasion, it adds a touch of exotic flair that sets your creation apart. The combination of robust dark chocolate and the tangy notes of Cape Gooseberries creates a flavour experience that is both familiar and exciting.

Dark Cape Gooseberry Chocolate is an exquisite blend that merges the rich, robust taste of fine dark chocolate with the tart, tangy notes of Cape Gooseberry, also known as Rasbhari. This innovative chocolate creation offers a sensory experience that delights the palate with its balanced contrast of flavours.

The Origins of Cape Gooseberry

Cape Gooseberry, scientifically known as Physalis peruviana, is a small, round fruit encased in a papery husk. Native to South America, it has been cultivated in various regions worldwide, including India, where it is commonly referred to as Rasbhari. The fruit is celebrated for its distinctive sweet and sour taste, which pairs harmoniously with dark chocolate.

This chocolate is not only a treat for casual snacking but also makes an excellent ingredient for Gourmet chocolate in India. Its unique flavour profile can elevate a simple chocolate mousse or a sophisticated chocolate tart, adding a touch of exotic flair to traditional recipes.

[cannedbreads]

i gave my garden neighbours some spare physalis peruviana plants :)

[optikestrav]

Physalis peruviana

( aka cape gooseberry, goldenberry, ground cherry, aguaymanto, uvilla or uchuva )

Montreal    (2018) 

© optikestrav  

[rjalker]

They're alive! In January! already!

maybe they'll be healthier this year?

Little itty bitty dune groundcherry (Physalis walteri) shoot(?sprout? idk) emerging from the roots.

Groundcherries are a type of nightshade, and the most commonly known one is the tomatillo! (Which can be very confusing because all groundcherries are sometimes referred to as tomatillos)

Dune groundcherry fruits are edible only once they're fully ripe! Which means the berry turns bright orange and the husk falls off the plant. Unlike "Goldenberries", (Physalis peruviana) which you can buy in fancy grocery stores, dun groundcherries don't have any tomato flavor at all. They actually taste kinda citrusy and sweet.

also I just realized there's only 915 observations of dune groundcherries on iNaturalist. and 90 of them are mine. of like, maybe six plants total. I thought there were more...

anyways, you can tell dune groundcherries apart from other groundcherries by their rounded, fuzzy leaves. Their flowers are yellow and naturally face towards the ground, and can be just pure yellow, or yellow with brown or black or very rarely white "honeyguide" markings!

if you find some, make sure it's properly identified before you go trying to eat it, obviously.

When it's spring/summer and these comes up more so they're easier to see, I'll make more identification videos for youtube and the web archive.

To save seeds from them, just get a ripe fruit, and a little bowl or cup of cool water, and squish the fruit in the water. The seeds will sink to the bottom, then you just change the water until it's clear, then let them dry on a paper plate, or plant them directly if you have somewhere to put them!

Most of the wild colonies we've found are growing right next to a marsh, but we also found some more just in normal dirt next to the road, and by the edge of the woods.

As the name may imply, they definitely like sandy soils, and can be found growing in the dunes at the beach!

If you ever go to Fort Pulaski National Monument, we found some there too in the grass around the base! Keep an eye out! You can clone them pretty easily from cuttings!

if I had a car there would definitely be more observations of them on iNaturalist >:)

[ID: A close up photograph of a small dune groundcherry stem just starting to emerge from the ground, with a white pointer and middle finger next to it for scale, showing the largest leaf is only the size of the cameraperson's fingernail. The leaves are light green with a yellow edge, and covered in fuzzy hairs. The rest of the ground is covered in mostly dried stems and leaves. End ID.]

[japanesepenguin]

+ Small garden update

+ Here's a Cape gooseberry... goldenberry... Peruvian groundcherry... aguaymanto... uvilla... uchuva...

+ Physalis peruviana!

+ There's like, a hundred flowers or small fruits on the plants I have, mostly in part because...

+ I planted too many and never trimmed them...

+ Lettuce from my mother-in-law

+ Saved a bunch of okra for their seeds

+ All seeded and sprouting, lots of greens

+ And one of the things I'm most excited about: bok choy; my first time growing it; it actually looks like bok choy, it's neat

[arguntc]

Halk arasında "aşk meyvesi" olarak biliniyor! Kilosu 100 TL'den kasa kasa satılıyor, doğal iltihap sökücü

Türkiye’nin üretim merkezlerinden Mersin’in Erdemli ilçesinde yaklaşık 12 dönüm bahçesinin yaklaşık 8 dönümünde açık alanda çarkıfelek veya aşk meyvesi olarak bilinen passiflora yetiştiren üreticinin yüzü güldü. Hasadı başlayan ve kilogramı 100 ile 125 TL arasında satılan ürüne talebin yoğun olduğu belirtildi. Çarkıfelek meyvesi, bilimsel adıyla Physalis peruviana olarak bilinen, aynı zamanda…

[fruitadventures2024]

Fruit 1: Golden Berries

Golden Berries (Physalis peruviana)

Date: January 5, 2024

Rating: 8/10

The Fruit: Native to Chile and Peru, it is known as aguaymanto, uvilla or uchuva in that region, in addition to numerous Indigenous and regional names. Its common English names include Cape gooseberry, goldenberry and Peruvian groundcherry.

It grows on a bush, and when its flower falls, the calyx (the green part that covers a flowerbud) expands, creating a papery husk that covers the entire fruit, like the Chinese lantern plant (which is closely related). When the fruit ripens, it looks like a miniature yellow tomato.

The Review: Amazing. The perfect mix of sweet and sour, the closest fruit to a sour gummy worm I've ever had. One point knocked off for the texture, which is a bit seedy.

The Follow-Up: I love sour but it was just too much. I suspect it might be due to being non-native and shipped from afar in the winter - sorry, golden berries, you lose another point.

[taimio]

Master the Art of Growing Cape Gooseberries with Expert Advice

If you're looking for a sweet, tropical burst of flavor, the cape gooseberry is just the thing to satisfy your craving. With its tart and tropical flavor, this famous South American berry can add a unique taste to your cooking. Plus, you can easily add this amazing plant into your garden. In this article, we'll show you some expert tips on how to grow cape gooseberry so that you can start reaping its delicious rewards.

Grow Cape Gooseberry With These Tips From Experts

As a passionate gardener, I'm always on the lookout for unique and delicious fruits to grow in my backyard. One of my recent discoveries is the charming Cape Gooseberry, also known as Physalis peruviana. Today, I'm excited to share some tips from experts that will help you grow this delightful fruit with ease!

1. Find the Perfect Spot

When it comes to Cape Gooseberries, sunlight is key. These little plants thrive in full sun, so make sure to find a spot in your garden that receives at least 6-8 hours of direct sunlight each day. A sunny windowsill or a sunny balcony can be great alternatives if you don't have a garden.

2. Prepare the Soil

Cape Gooseberries prefer well-draining soil with a slightly acidic pH level between 5.5 and 7.0. Before planting, loosen the soil by digging it up and removing any rocks or weeds. Consider adding some organic matter like compost or aged manure to improve the soil's fertility and texture.

3. Planting and Watering

Now that you have the perfect spot and prepared soil, it's time to plant your Cape Gooseberry seedlings. Dig a hole slightly larger than the container they came in and place them in, gently firming the soil around the base. Don't forget to water the plants regularly, keeping the soil moist but not waterlogged.

4. Support your Plants

As Cape Gooseberries grow, they can become quite tall and may require some support. You can use stakes or a trellis to keep the plants upright and prevent them from bending or breaking under the weight of their luscious fruit. Supporting your plants also allows for better air circulation, reducing the risk of fungal diseases.

5. Protect from Pests

Just like any other fruit-bearing plant, Cape Gooseberries can attract unwanted pests. To protect your precious harvest, consider using organic pest control methods such as neem oil or companion planting. By planting marigolds or garlic near your Cape Gooseberry plants, you can naturally repel pests without the need for harmful chemicals.

Remember, patience is key when growing Cape Gooseberries. It might take a little while for your plants to establish themselves and start producing fruit, but the wait is well worth it!

Now that you're armed with these expert tips, it's time to get your hands dirty and start growing your own Cape Gooseberries. I hope this article has inspired you to embark on this fruitful journey. Happy gardening!

If you want to delve deeper into the world of Cape Gooseberries, check out this comprehensive guide for more insights and expert advice.

Learn more about gardening with Taim.io!

[vagabond-umlaut]

Physalis peruviana

Neither too sweet. Nor too sour.

An unusual blend of tangy-sour and swirly-sweet is what you need at times to find your lost taste of life.

▸ gojo satoru x reader; 2.7k wc; reunion fic; angst with a happy ending; nightmares & hallucinations; tons of fluff; established relationship; manga ch. 221 spoilers; slightest hint of spice at the very end (idrk how to write a single implied smut sentence TT-TT)

▸ my hubby fave is finally back home, and i'm so freaking late to welcome him *sob* ▸ this was written for the ask submitted by the amazing @luckimoon as part of my 100 followers celebrations!! ty gigi!! also, special thanks to the wonderful @afortoru, @guccirosegold and @heresan for your lovely comments and support!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ ▸ also, i don't own the characters, image or divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

The flat fills with the sounds of sizzling and crackling as Gojo watches you make dinner. Dressed in an old shirt of his, hem obviously reaching your knee, and a cute apron on top, you appear not unlike a nymph to him.

Were it another day, the man’s certain he would have left his place on the sofa and gone into the kitchen, wrapping you tightly in his arms, only intention to suffocate you in his affection – all the while you would have whined, asking him to stop, screeching the food might burn, before you would finally yield to his relentless attacks, breathless giggles falling past your sinfully sweet lips.

Today, however, is not another day.

Not when you’re like this; standing before the stove and mechanically stirring the broth with a ladle, a blank expression plastered on your face as you stare at the boiling contents.

Eyes still trained on the food, you move to scoop up a spoonful of it and-

“Careful!”

The warning wrenches itself from his throat, awfully loud and grating, and less than a millisecond elapses before your lover finds himself pulling you into his embrace, eyes scanning you, zeroing in on your arm, searching for any injury from the scalding hot pan it veered dangerously close to.

A whoosh of air leaves him as his shoulders sag and brows relax in relief.

“Goodness, princess…” He sighs, beginning to chastise you lightly for being careless – only to falter when you gently remove yourself from his hold, whirling to let your back face him as you return to your cooking.

Gojo’s skin – the one which was revelling from the mere touch, the mere brush of your skin with it – grows cold. Drawing in a sharp breath and slowly exhaling it, the man ponders why you appear to be so… dejected.

Since the moment the sorcerer entered your shared home to now, there has been an unusual air hanging around you – dull, glum, quiet… Just a tiny twitch of your lips when your eyes fell on him; just a small pat on his back when he brought you into a tight hug; just a monosyllabic ‘hm’ or ‘oh’ when you responded to him… your lover can’t help but wonder–

“Why isn’t this ending, Satoru? Why aren’t you going away?”

Thread of thought snapped in half, the said man looks at you to find a smile being forced to stay on your lips. Eyes sans the spark of life, deadened with exhaustion, you peer up at him in return, twisting to face him. “You’re usually gone by now; then, why aren’t you this time? What’s stopping you?”

Confusion gushes into his brain, jumbling and muddling every bit of it. “Wh-what are you talking ‘bout, baby?” He asks in a hushed whisper, eyes wide as he moves to rest his hands on your shoulders, so gentle one might think you’re a fragile porcelain doll.

To Gojo, you are.

You remain still, gaze vacant while it travels over his facial features. He continues, “I returned only this evening, baby. Why-where would I… And this isn’t ending!?” Brows pinched, he rubs a thumb over the apple of your cheek, wanting to get a response – something, anything – from you. The only he receives is a laboured breath; the man resumes speaking, still rubbing circles into your soft skin, “C’mon, tell me, baby. Your ’Toru is here.”

“NO, HE ISN’T!” You shriek abruptly, yanking yourself away from him. “YOU AREN’T HIM! MY ’TORU WOULDN’T– he wouldn’t–”

You break down, crying, knees giving way as you collapse to the ground, a distraught crumpled mess. Gojo remains rooted to his spot, shock brimming his gaze. Jolts of pain strike him, again and again, without a shred of mercy, at the sight of your tears – a feeling which grows manifold on your next words.

Burning gaze directed to bore into his eyes, his mind, his very soul, the man registers you accuse, “You’re an imposter. A stupid dream. No, that’s not right.” Shaking your head, you stand up slowly, gripping onto the counter for balance – your lover extends his arm to support you, then withdraws it, catching your vicious glare. “You’re a bloody nightmare. My ’Toru is nothing like you. If you were him, you – you would never have pained me like this.”

“Pain…” The word escapes him, choked and strained and disbelieving – sure, being who he is, Gojo can be many things – annoying, dismissive, overbearing, even an asshole at times; yet for him to cause pain – to you, of all people – the person he loves with every fibre of his being and promises to do so for the rest of his life… the faintest thought of it brings bile to his mouth, its bitterness assaulting his senses.

You, meanwhile, nod your head, wiping your cheeks much too harshly.

“Yeah, pain,” You spit, every word a laboured heave of your chest, “Pain when you warp onto the genkan, that grin on your face. Pain when you squeeze me in your arms and kiss me. Pain when I feel you near me again, so damn happy and relieved; and look back, wanting to see you just once more – only to find you’re, you’re–”

Tears drown the rest of sentence, yet again; not that your lover really needs you to finish it. Streams of time, infinite in their nature (oh, the sick irony!), have made him see, made him hear, made him feel enough to know how your sentence will end.

You look back, wanting to see him once more – only to find he is not there. Leaving you by yourself, a lone soul within these walls, yearning for the face, the voice, the touch, the mere presence of the love of your life – before spiralling down into an endless dark abyss... wondering when, or if ever, you will be able to meet them...

A shadow of a smile rests on Gojo’s lips as he moves to take your hand in his. Your eyes widen at the contact, a sharp breath sucked in amidst attempts to distance yourself. The desperation in your actions draws a pleading look from him.

“One chance,” He begs, relaxing his already-light hold on you yet not letting go entirely, “please.” Your frantic movements cease for a beat, and you look up at him through glistening eyes, a silent ask in every teardrop.

The man seizes the opportunity like a lifeline, saving him from the quicksand of your rejection.

Lacing his fingers in between yours – slow to give you time to retract, should you want to – he inquires softly, “You feeling this, princess?”

Gojo watches you look at your intertwined hands – the warm tenderness of your palm, he deems, a reprieve to the chilled callouses of his much larger one – then at him. “Yeah, I do,” The words leave you in a feeble whisper, short of breath and confidence.

“Good,” He hums with a light squeeze to your palm. Your eyes again dart back to your linked hands; the man cracks a fond smile – you always did like holding hands with him, ever since your first days together – for the coolness of his touch, he recollects you telling him with a shy smile, one muggy summer evening.

Swiping a thumb over the back of your hand, he brings your other hand to rest upon his cheek and leans into it. Despite letting him do as he pleases, you’re confused – the man gathers from the way your brows stay puckered before they rise for a brief second and your lips part slightly. Gojo heaves an inward sigh of relief as he asks, “You feeling this, sweets?”

A moment passes and you answer, with a slowly uttered question this time, “You... did not shave?”

Your lover shoots you a smile while he repeats, “You are feeling this, aren’t you?” It takes a beat before you nod thoughtfully, still that pretty frown on your face as you speak, a tad less yet so, so unsure, “If it’s your light stubble... yeah, I can.”

It takes your lover every bit of his self-restraint to not purr when your hand glides smoothly from his cheek to tuck a few longer strands of his hair behind the ear, and then, comes back to its original position – an action, he registers, stemmed purely from muscle memory, seeing as you are so deeply absorbed in your careful study of his features. A light chuckle erupts from him, and he watches your train of thoughts still as you look up at him.

“Good,” The man says again, then slowly pulls your head towards himself. Alarm and fear flash in your eyes as the panic-stricken glint returns to them; Gojo sends you, what he hopes is, a reassuring smile, “Trust me, please.”

The alarm slowly fades from your gaze, leaving behind a steady trickle of fear; despite these, you allow him to manoeuvre your head to let your ear rest on his chest, right above where his heart beats.

Memories from a time long forgotten rush to the forefront of his mind – memories of a restless night, haunted by creatures from the past. Gojo is certain he would have succumbed to those ghastly visions, were you not there beside him then, rubbing his back and whispering sweet reassurances to him. The man recollects you wiping away the tears which had collected on his lashes, then proceeding to lay his head right above where your heart lay beating.

The sorcerer remembers every lubb-dup, lubb-dup your heart made that night – besides, of course, your kind voice as you asked him to focus on your heartbeats, softly saying this was how your mother used to quieten your wails after a nightmare in your childhood. It was a way, you explained to him, your mother helped you realize what you were experiencing was just a nightmare – scary, yes, a lot; but nothing more than that – and that now, you were back in the real world, in the safe warm embrace of a loved one – a place where no ghosts nor demons could ever touch you, much less harm you.

Back in the present, Gojo relishes the way the two of you stay this close for quite a while – the only sounds being of the sports news on the TV – and opens his mouth, ready to make his same inquiry as a tiny twitch plays with the corner of his lips, only to be cut off by a pair of arms hugging him tightly, fisting his shirt behind him, followed by a barely muffled sniffle.

He finds you crane your neck up at him, lower lip bobbling and eyes spilling over again – but what is different this time is the spark of life behind those curtains of water and the disbelieving curve to your lips.

Your lover thinks you’ve never looked more otherworldly than in this instant.

“I can feel this. Tell me that’s good, ’Toru; I can feel your heart beating,” The words escape you in a frenzy, short puffs of breath hitting his cupid’s brow as you stand up on your tiptoes and he bends down, an arm wrapping itself around your waist and drawing you flush against his chest.

“It’s good,” Gojo murmurs, eyes raking over your face, memorizing every inch of it, then inquires, a barely-there tremor in his voice when you reward him with a watery smile – the first in eons, it appears to the man, starving for one glimpse of your joy.

“But do you know why it is good?”

The sorcerer feels his own cheeks grow wet as he drinks in the way your smile morphs into a wide grin.

Gods, there is nothing in this world he reckons he wouldn’t do, just to keep seeing you this way – happy, safe and in his arms. A small soothing hand glides over the planes of his back, along the spine.

“It’s good ’cause it’s real – ’cause you’re real – isn't it?”

“Yeah,” He is quick to agree with you, wanting nothing more than to chase away the smallest bit of doubt lurking in your mind. “Yeah, baby, yeah,” He repeats, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours. Your eyes falling shut the moment they make contact, your lover feels the tension slowly melt away from your body. He too closes his eyes as he continues, in a voice so soft one might think the two of you are the only ones in the world right now.

To Gojo – and to you too, he knows – you two are.

“This is real. This all is very, very real,” He reassures you, fingers carding through your hair. “You, cooking in an old shirt of mine; me, holding you in my arms like this; that soup, you hate but always make when I return home after long, just ’cause it’s my favourite; this kitchen, you painted beige, then black, then beige again, of all colours fucking existing–” A light chuckle sounds from below; Gojo too chuckles, feeling a large load being heaved off his chest.

He hooks a finger under your chin and tilts it up to make your eyes lock with his. You look up at him, deep adoration swimming in the irises of your puffy red eyes. Breath hitching a tad, he finishes his incomplete sentence, “The point is, all these things are real. We are real.”

An eager nod, coupled with a dewy-eyed smile, is the only response you offer before you rise on your tiptoes again, shy gaze darting between his eyes and lips in silent permission – a permission Gojo knows he can never be too quick to grant as he ducks his head and slants his lips over yours – allowing himself to get lost in your sweet taste, in your soft touch, in your melodic whines... in you, the celestial being that you are, sent by the heavens for a mere mortal like him.

Yeah, the sorcerer knows, this is not the ending of troubles for the two of you.

Far from it, in fact.

There will be many nights when he will wake up, thoroughly shaken and disturbed, images of lost friends and students threatening to burn him alive whenever he dares to close his eyes.

There will also be many nights when you will be the one waking up, thoroughly shaken and disturbed, searching for him in the other side of the bed, desperation etched in your every action.

He knows–

Gojo breaks apart from you to instead plant kisses on your cheek, along your jaw, down your neck, before nudging a spot on your neck with his nose and you burst into a fit of giggles. Mischief sneaking onto his face, the man retraces the path back to your lips and claims them with his, drawing a satisfied hum from you as they meld together perfectly, two halves of a whole promised to always be with each other.

–Yet, the sorcerer knows too, if the two of you are in the same room, in the same bed, cocooned in your shared love and trust, it will take a couple of blinks before the 3.00 AM scene of one comforting the restless other and lulling them to sleep transforms into a 9.50 AM scene – something undoubtedly way brighter and way happier – where he can see the two of you rushing over the flat like maniacs, a toothbrush in one’s mouth and a half-burnt toast in the other’s whilst in a horrible medley of sleep and work clothes; your meeting and his car scheduled a brief ten minutes later.

Your lover’s lips stretch into a wide grin against yours at the mental image of chaos conjured – then falls on remembering the depressing reason behind such an image – before appearing again, wider this time, as he moves away to catch a glimpse of the dishevelled, flushed wreck of a person he has turned you to.

Gojo lets go of you for a moment before lifting you in his arms, a hand reached behind you to switch the stove off, while his insistent mouth works to swallow the little gasp of surprise followed by giggles of delight falling past your lips.

There is another way, after all, your lover knows he can make you late for work tomorrow, and thus enjoy the sweet chaos of life the two of you have wrought together in love.

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[spotjardin]

Le coqueret du Pérou

présentation

Le coqueret du Pérou est un arbuste buissonnant. Il est le cousin du physalis ou amour en cage. Il fait partie de la famille des Solanacées comme c'est le cas de la pomme de terre, du poivron, de la tomate et de l'aubergine. Il compte moins de 100 espèces vivaces ou annuelles. On l'appelle également groseille du Cap ou bien encore Physalis peruviana qui est son nom scientifique. Sa culture est très facile ainsi que son entretien. Son besoin en eau est moyen. Il sera plus gélif que le physalis puisque les températures en dessous de 10° ne lui conviennent pas. Sa hauteur ira d'une trentaine de centimètres pour les plus petits sujets à 1m50 pour les plus grands. Dans la plupart de nos régions, le coqueret du Pérou se cultive en annuelle. Il vous donne de petites baies qui se trouvent dans une espèce de calice. Ces dernières sont sucrées et acidulées. Si vous êtes gourmands, je vous propose de tremper les baies dans du chocolat fondu. Laissez-les refroidir avant de les déguster. Mais attention, en dehors des baies, le reste de la plante est toxique.

culture

Le semis du coqueret du Pérou doit s'effectuer sous abris (à une température de 18/20° minimum°) du mois de mars à la mi-avril, dans des terrines remplis d'un mélange de terreau et de sable à parts égales. En principe, la levée doit avoir lieu une dizaine de jours plus tard. Dés que les plantules sont manipulables, repiquez-les individuellement dans des godets remplis du même mélange. Patientez jusqu'à ce que les risques de gelées soient complètement écarter pour les planter en pleine terre. Prévoyez un mètre minimum entre chaque sujet ou chaque plante voisine. Choisissez-lui un emplacement ensoleillé sur un sol humifère et bien drainé. Mais cela ne l'empêche pas de pouvoir se développer sur un sol pauvre de nature plutôt sableuse. Faites-lui apport de compost bien décomposé et prévoyez un tuteur. Sa culture est possible en pot ou en bac à condition que le contenant soit assez grand. Un mètre de coté est l'idéal. Remplissez ce dernier d'un mélange de terre de jardin et de terreau à parts égales. Et pour finir, ajoutez à ce mélange 4 ou 5 poignées de compost. Que ce soit une culture en pleine terre ou bien en bac, arrosez-le copieusement à la plantation. Afin de lui garder suffisamment d'humidité à son pied, paillez-le. Cela limitera également les apports d'eau et d'autre part les fruits mûrs tomberont dessus ce qui évitera la pourriture de ces derniers.

RÉCOLTE ET CONSERVATION

La récolte du coqueret du Pérou s'effectue du mois d'août au mois d'octobre. Le calice qui renferme la baie se dessèche et prend une couleur qui tire sur le beige. Cueillez les baies avec leurs enveloppes (calices) à une fréquence de 15 jours à 3 semaines. TRÈS IMPORTANT Il est impératif de cueillir les baies bien mûres, car celles qui ne le sont pas, sont toxiques. Concernant la conservation des baies, laissez-les dans leurs enveloppes. Dans une cagette, déposez-les sans qu'elles ne se touchent. A une température ambiante, vous pourrez de cette manière les conserver plusieurs semaines.

entretien

Afin que vous puissiez obtenir un très beau buisson, maintenez son pied au frais et effectuez de temps en temps un bon binage. Les tiges doivent être attachées au tuteur au fur et à mesure du développement de la plante. Si vous habitez une région froide, vous pouvez les cultiver en bac à condition de les rentrer à la saison hivernale dans un local avec une température de 15° minimum. Mais dans ce cas, les plantes sont plus fragiles. Il est donc préférable de les cultiver en pleine terre et de les resemer chaque année.

parasites & maladies

Le coqueret du Pérou est très résistant aux parasites et aux maladies.

multiplication

Le coqueret du Pérou se multiplie par semis comme expliqué ci-dessus.

association

Étant donné l'encombrement de la plante et suivant l'emplacement choisi, il est préférable de lui associer des plantes de taille supérieure et à une distance d'un mètre minimum. A vous de choisir les plantes qui peuvent très bien s'associer avec le coqueret du Pérou. Et pour terminer, je vous propose cette vidéo de la chaine YouTube Rustica https://youtu.be/33HvoXkejps Abonnement au site Inscription sur le site : Vous devez vous inscrire sur le site pour recevoir une alerte par mail à chaque nouvel article mis en ligne. Abonnement à la lettre mensuelle D’autre part, vous pouvez également vous abonner à la lettre mensuelle du site. Si vous avez aimé cet article n’hésitez pas à le partager sur les réseaux sociaux en utilisant les boutons ci-dessous. Read the full article