As Jones’s “bananaphobia” ripened, she’s taken measures to accommodate it. At grocery stores she detours around the banana displays.

Her driver was new to the country; he mightn't be prepared for the leaping of the yellow water down dry arroyos, swift as the pouncings of a cat, or the snake-like slidings of tons of loosened rock and clay from the steep potreros […]

The household cock had given his first summons, and the night was well nigh spent.

Paocai that is eaten in two days is obviously more about flavor than preserving.