March 2012
1 post
A Tisket, A 'Tashen
Hamentashen for breakfast, Hamentashen for lunch. Hamentashen are so tasty… munch munch munch.
December 2011
3 posts
Words to live by
Freshly baked cookies: Whether choc’late chip or plain Always delicious.
Why are kiwis SO delicious?
O, fuzzy kiwi, Your tastiness knows no bounds. I will eat you now.
Sad banana
Yellow banana, Why are you tasteless and sad? I had such high hopes.
July 2011
5 posts
Pesto + cream =
Pesto, dear pesto, it is clear: you were fated to mix with cream sauce.
Ooey Gooey
Dear cinnamon bun, Why are you so, so tasty? Om nom nom! Nom nom.
July Is Spelled D-e-s-s-e-r-t
It’s hot, so hot, The sun is beating down. You can feel each wave of heat that rises from the pavement.
It’s hot, too hot, You feel as if you’re dying. You imagine you can see vultures bearing down on your body.
It’s cold! So cold! The ice cream melts fast. You remember now why you’ve always loved the summer.
Optimism
Today seems hopeful as I sit eating my cheese. Oh, how I love cheese.
O Cupcake, My Cupcake
Your fluffy, ooey-gooey chocolate core, Your frosting, so airy yet indulgent. How is it that you taste so amazing? When I bite into you, my taste buds sing. O, how I’m drawn to your beckoning smell! I need just one more bite of glory, but— Alas! Now you’re gone. No more to adore. Thank you, cupcake, for brightening my day.
June 2011
7 posts
Stupid broccoli,
Though mother loves to eat you,
Get out of my life.
– (children everywhere)
A Cheese Mooch
I see you have cheese! I would like some of your cheese. Could I please have some?
A seven-tiered black chocolate cake!
Could Sweet Nature more perfect make?...
– (Anonymous)
Dumplings,
You are little pouches of delicious.
I want to eat you always.
Why...
– by birdsbirds
The Mourning Process
I. Frozen blueberries, You just fell from the freezer. It is a sad day.
II. O, my blueberries, Why did you spill everywhere? I would have loved you.
III. Goodbye, blueberries. You were filled with such promise. Your loss will be mourned.
Forsooth
To eat or not to eat, That is the question.
A Haiku to My One True Love
Dear Alfredo sauce, I could swim in your goodness. Oh, how I love thee.