A Letter from My Kitchen
Dear Raisinhater,
Where are you? What have you been eating? I see the takeout pizza boxes and the can of Pringles and I worry. There is food in here, tasty food, just waiting for you to come and give it a little time and attention. Why don’t you want to spend time with me anymore? Shallots are rotting, the lettuce is wilting, and I think I saw you eating Hershey’s kisses. For lunch.
If you don’t change your ways soon, you’ll get scurvy, or a goiter. What happened to all the good times we had – the soups, the cookies? Weren’t you going to learn to make your own bread? I’m here, please come back to me.
Faithfully,
Your Kitchen
Where are you? What have you been eating? I see the takeout pizza boxes and the can of Pringles and I worry. There is food in here, tasty food, just waiting for you to come and give it a little time and attention. Why don’t you want to spend time with me anymore? Shallots are rotting, the lettuce is wilting, and I think I saw you eating Hershey’s kisses. For lunch.
If you don’t change your ways soon, you’ll get scurvy, or a goiter. What happened to all the good times we had – the soups, the cookies? Weren’t you going to learn to make your own bread? I’m here, please come back to me.
Faithfully,
Your Kitchen
posted by MeBeth at
5:59 PM
4 Comments:
Oh! MeBeth! You really need to pay attention to those shallots!
As long as you're not sneaking Raisinettes, it's all good, sister!
That is too funny.
If these walls could talk...I can only imagine what they would tell me:)
OOoo, Pringles and pizza....that's hard to pass up, Kitchen. Give her time, she will be back. You have too much history to just throw it all away.....
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