For fillings I butcher apples and rhubarb, they camouflage amongst the tri-coloured rice and seeds.
Spices wear invisible coats, feta screams look at me look at me.
All ready, I send the parcels to my mouth.
Yeah you wish you were here too, pity pictures don't smell.
(Like cabbage? But I like cabbage!)
Maybe in the future we can already reach through the screen -would you do that, would you dare?
To eat my photographs.
And the next time I'd look at my blog, all the plates.. empty!
Today I want to write stories
all over my plate.
Opening line: Once upon a time there was a cabbage..