Good Morning with Food Faces

Good Morning, dear Readers! I have been working on a story about farming for my paper, therefore-food has been on the brain.

So, if it’s ok with you, I’d like to welcome you inside of my strange world where food talks to me.

“Rise and shine!”, said Mr. Over Easy.

“I’m not sure that I’m ready for the day,” said Mr. Turkey Bacon Lips.

“But it’s time for you to go to work,” said Gilbert, the produce manager.

“I think I’ll play hooky instead and go have coffee with a friend,” said Mrs. Squash.

Do what you want, little vegetables. In the end, we all know what’s going to happen to you.

Yeah, we get it, Mr. Spicy Peppers. We get it.

You just had to have the last word, didn’t you, Banana Pepper Triplets?

My food seems to have quite the attitude. I suppose they learned it from their caretaker. Hm.

At any rate, have a great morning and a good rest of the day!

It’s about Bloomin’ Time!

Guess what’s blooming around my backyard? My garden is showing the signs of its intended purposes.

Hello, little banana peppers. Soon, you will be pickled in hopes of adorning one of my Whole Wheat Pizzas. Get ready. I have a lot of plans for you.

And my dear spicy jalapenos…how could I not have a garden without you? Not only will I dehydrate you and can you, but I will be making sweet, sweet Jalapeno Jelly out of you. (Geez, what were you thinking?)

Dear Tiny Tomatoes. How I long for you to ripen, to turn red and to be atop a crispy baguette slice in bruschetta glory! Or, perhaps I will make a little Spicy Salsa out of you. The possibilities are endless.

I count down the days for the harvest, eagerly awaiting your maturity. I love you, dear garden.
In the words of many a pastor across the midwest that I’ve met, eaten chicken fingers with and sang on their stage as a pre-teen, “Don’t let me down, cuz’ my waterin’s real good.” Amen.