Mr.potato at his last performance.

The potato looked anxious staring at himself in the mirror. He knew he had to look his best when coming out in the world under the spot light. The stage was shining with a silver lining and as white as ivory could ever be. Potato feared the sight of her not because she was scary... but because she was the most beautiful thing he believed he'd ever see. He knew this from the bottom of his heart that he wouldn't be able to handle so much beauty in the last few seconds of his life before they both sacrifice themselves for the good of mankind. They have been taught that humans are all there is to this planet... and to serve them well. She is in the other end getting dressed with two buns... one at the bottom and one at the top. The sauces make her look beautiful. The cheese just bringing out the demon of every spectator. So much meat one cant resist and why should he? The potato decides to go french with his cut. Getting too fried with his last minute nervous breakdown he cries to himself and after a while leaves the thought behind, calms himself down and goes to the stage as crisp as it can be. He was destined to be with her it seems. She looks beautiful with her curves, the burger simply stands out with her revealing meat while the french fries begin to go soggy because of so much love between them. They die together like lovers.

My love story of orange infused onions.

The other day I was wandering in the kitchen, beating my head against the slab, trying to figure out what to serve with my stuffed leg of chicken. I looked up and saw the onion seated in the corner feeling shy and trying to hide himself behind the cruet set our chef had told us to have on each table. I looked further up and there was the butter smiling & winking at me saying "Senor, I make everything tasty". I was tempted by her confidence itself.  And Suddenly, just to add more love and passion, lady orange looked at me with her lustrous eyes. Completely enticed and bound by her seductive beauty and along with her aroma, I quickly decided to introduce all to each other. Told them to warm up to each other in the oven for a little while till they all would get along and infuse their own thoughts and flavours into each other. To give finality, serve them on a salty biscuit with a caper on top.