Dear French Fries,
I replay the sight when you come to me packed in a box completely crispy sprinkled with salt.
You are loved not just by me but by everyone universally. Your magic makes those rosy lips curve right after the first bite.
I can’t emphasize it enough, how much I crave for you. With every fleeting moment, I would think of the shapes, sizes and the varieties you alter yourself into.
On days both low and high, I scrounge for the sight of you coming out of the oil fresh and fried.
I am in awe with your versatility. Cafe-hopping is nothing without you. Some days you’d come to me crispy and lukewarm sprinkled with peri-peri and paired up with simple tomato ketchup or mayo, other days you’d be your soggy french tossed in sauces with a gobbet of grated mozzarella cheese, or at times topped on thin crust pizza, and always leading the way with the juicy fat burgers I ordered.
Time to think of all the occasions that allow me to rejoice you- everyday, duh!
Whenever someone says comfort food, your name pops up first on my mind. I can never say no to you for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, or even post-dinner!
A little bit of you is truly my way of bringing Hygge into my daily life.
Can we re-change the phrase that says ‘We go together like burger and fries’ to ‘We go together like me and fries.’