I have a confession to make…

I play with my food. Is that really so wrong?

Someone gave me a tomatillo...
And I spent an hour shooting it.
There was also a jam session.
It was messy.
And then there were the heirloom tomatoes.
She gave me her heart. And I pierced it.
She gave me no bok choice.
So. I play with my food.
How can something so wrong be so gourd?

There. I kept it clean. It could have been so much worse (and funny). But if this were a Trin Lit debate… (VEGANS BEWARE)

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