Chicken broth and me: we’re going steady.
We’re mulling over a long-term relationship.
One of us has commitment-phobia.
Call it a honeymoon, but I can’t go a day without
chicken broth’s kisses.
(Butter is in cold storage. She will forever be my first love.
But I had to abandon butter.)
Garlic and paprika go on double-dates with us.
Basil brags about preempting paprika.
Lemon and dill sometimes feel left out.
Curry keeps begging for a place at the table.
Sage wisely stays silent.
I have no thyme to add to our romance.
A Living Pencil 
This is great!!!!!
Pretty creative! anything to keep the calories under control, right?
🙂
love your new (photo) look! is that what chicken broth kisses do to you or is it the effects of out-loving?
Have to agree with sonskyn about the photo. (The previous one was nice too, and in color :)What should one do when one wants to smile, but also close a bracket at the end of the sentence??? This problem bothers me…. 🙂