I remember crushing the poppy in a mortar and pestle as a child. It was then sweetened and stirred into a stiff filer. The pleasant smell is forever embedded in my mind. And yes, i am past the half century mark.
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I remember crushing the poppy in a mortar and pestle as a child. It was then sweetened and stirred into a stiff filer. The pleasant smell is forever embedded in my mind. And yes, i am past the half century mark.