I like it

that you like pomegranates;

strange jewelled fruit, that no one seems to buy,

or know what to do with –

Except us!


And the fact that you adore spinach;

Steaming great platefuls of the stuff

tucked in to as kids;

long before it became fashionable,

designer ‘greens’.


We discovered artichokes together,

A strange and prickly customer,

difficult to handle;

we got our fingers burned and greasy,

peeling, dunking, smacking our lips.


How brave we were to try oysters;

Reviled or over-rated;

Cool and salty and delicious,

so we discovered.


We have always had food in common;

Before we knew each other’s pasts,

and long before we found

it would shape our future.

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