Today’s, NaPoWriMo’s challenge you to write a poem about food. That made me think about Brussel Sprouts. Ugh! Once Wrestler #1 brought them for Thanksgiving dinner. I hate them so much, I thought he was being passive aggressive in bringing them.
No Love for B.S.
I hear about love-hate relationship with food.
I only have a love relationship with food.
See, taste, smell, touch. Love them all.
Photograph, describe, cook, serve, study, experiment, adventure. Love them all.
Vegetables, proteins, grains, dairy, oil. I can’t say no.
Except Brussel Sprouts: A gut-wrenching NO.
God’s sense of humor? Some scientists’ practical joke.
The thought of Brussel Sprouts makes me choke.
Ugly, smelly, crispy-slime, intensely putrid.
If food could embody Hatred,
It’s name would be Brussel Sprouts.
Don’t give me a recipe that will change my mind.
Don’t send me pretty photos. It won’t alter my view.
Nothing comes close to the despicable B-Sprout.
Deceitful even in name. My opinion? Peeee-yew!
Now for the outfit. (It does feature green, but that’s the only resemblance to B.S.) You might recognize the shirt from last week. Yes, the same style, only in a chocolate-brown, from Goldwater Creek. I love a deep brown as much as I love cocoa, coffee, and — hmmm, what other food is brown? — a nice broiled steak (medium rare, please.) I added a jade pendant that I got on a trip to Mexico. The chain is from another necklace that CeCe gave me. I like moving and combining pieces. And I love wearing pieces that bring back a memory.
I also got a freshen up on my haircut.
And the shoes? Brown suede from Aerosoles. Comfort is a must for me. These give me a little lift without a tottery or tippy-toes feeling. I can always use a little more height. The jeans are the local Farm & Fleet. Lee jeans give my curves just the right fit.
Now my computer and chair beckon me. I started my next novel yesterday and I’m raring to get some words on virtual paper. Working title: The Manly Men of Manufacturing.