You’re delicious: a tale of love
Alright Alright Alright Alllrighhhttt
I admit you’re argumentative, starchy, and yummy, and I can’t win from you. These are enough reasons to have feelings for you. I know I shouldn’t say this but yes, I love you. That was a well kept secret until now.
I am writing this in the midst of what you could call a heightened state of emotional absurdity. I am a bit annoyed. And being annoyed makes me want to rant. Even though I will try my best to keep this from becoming a rant, I make no promises.
Here is the thing, during most days my general opinion about you (and your different versions/moods) is not so good. Of course, I am not completely pissed off because I love you. Here I go again. It’s the way people interact with you and make of you my dear potatoes. Sometimes I see you as French Fries, other times you’re Hash Browns. You also apear in processed patties and stuffed in Indian Naans. What the hell is wrong with those people? My dear potatoes, I hate those people who insult you by making such versions of you.
Ahh! Don’t rant.. don’t rant.. don’t rant..
But it’s really awesome how you can change and convert yourself into something else also. A lot of people steam you, boil you, bake you, and mix you in salads. I like those people. They know you — as a good source of vitamin B6, potassium, copper, vitamin C, manganese, phosphorus, niacin, dietary fiber, and pantothenic acid — are an important part of their diet. You also contain a variety of phytonutrients that have antioxidant activity.
If people love you they must not forget to do portion control while making out with you.
I read somewhere:
you are like bulky sweaters for their bellies, comfortable and filling.
It’s a very interesting analogy for you.
Seriously, I love you.
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