kitchen poetry

Meg found our magnetic kitchen words last week and promptly reinstalled them on the fridge so we (and our friends) can begin creating once again. Now, this is the kitchen collection, so the poems flow as such, which makes it all the more fun and cohesive. Some of my favorites:

“drizzle down a fresh cup of coffee steam”
“surrounded by lingering romantic aroma”
“I hunger for crisp zucchini. Fry it”
“I could devour dinner with red hate”
“tremendous mushroom sauce swallows chicken and nibbles spiced beef”

(and my personal favorite)
“some were filled with hate, and only a coffee cup could stir the love”