7 November 2012
To my sweet (potato),
Thankyou for being there for me (in my stomach). You bring me such joy (and nourishment), and it is hard to imagine life without you (my little Ipomoea).
Not a day goes by that I don't long to hold you (on my fork). I love your versatility (you work so well roasted, mashed or fried), and the cute noises you make (when you're in the oven).
No-one else can hold a candle to you (it would be a very impractical cooking method), and I love you above all others (carrot, parsnip, the lot).
I'm so glad we met (in the supermarket vegetable aisle), and I remember how you made my heart soar (you were such good value!).
I will love you always, my sweet (potato).
To My Sweet (Potato) • Opuss № I