another ramen haiku

Submitted by spatula spoon a... on Tue, 06/16/2009 - 03:15
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Love letter to: 
Ramen

I cuddle your warmth
And savour your essence
You flow lovingly

By any other name, would taste as good

Submitted by nueabdul on Tue, 06/02/2009 - 23:57
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Love letter to: 
Potato

You: Unassuming, irregular shaped, brown outer skin, white in the inside
Me: Hungry

The first time I laid eyes on you, I admit, I had undermined your appearance
I had not known the joy you were about to provide and could provide and have continued providing right into the future

Our relationship started rocky but and once I sunk my teeth deep into your soft plush flesh after the crispy covering
I feel in love right away
I was smitten, I was brought into another world
And I am still smitten, still very deep in love
with you

May it be summer, autumnn, winter or spring
Let it be rain or shine
You have always been my first choice

If only you didn't take that long to cook

I heart you, cupcake

Submitted by zoe on Wed, 05/20/2009 - 12:59
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Love letter to: 
Cupcake

The first time we met, we clicked.
You and your versatile flavors
me and my desires for you

The first time we touched, we're one.
your small body cupped in my hands
your buttercream on my lips
since that day, we're joined at the hips

And when we parted, I sobbed.
your last piece I engulfed
your life that I robbed

But tomorrow we'll meet again
with the help of flour and butter
In my kitchen you'll be born again
where your spirit will linger, forever.

Dear Dumplings

Submitted by maggie on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 21:46
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Love letter to: 
Dumplings

To my darling dumplings,

You are my long distance loves, who wait patiently for me in China Towns all over the world.

You are my patient loves, who tastes delicious even when you are the last one on the plate and you are already cold.

You are my little loves, in many many bites, in many different varieties, in many shapes and sizes.

I dream about you at meal times, my loves, and all other foods pale in comparison to your translucent pockets of filled goodness.

I cannot visit Melbourne or Sydney without scheduling in time for you. All my friends long ago realised that if they wanted to see me at meal times, you would have to come to. Some even pretend to like you, so as not to hurt our feelings.

I don't care my darling dumplings, that you are plump and juicy, and obviously way over the healthy weight range for a little snack.