Oh humble peanut, how I love thee
Thy goodness never overstated.
I love thee in so many guises
My favorite mode cannot be rated.
Soup, sauces, pies or off the spoon
Thy flavor nearly makes me swoon.
If peanut butter be the food of gods,
I just came across this sonnet in my vegnews magazine newsletter. It was written by Christy Grecsek "with many apologies to Mr. Shakespeare." She was the "Passsion for Peanut Butter"
By the way, Peter showed up on time for the ride yesterday. We dodged the rain for most of the ride and even spotted our shadows for a whole three minutes!
It's 10:49am and Tom (boonen, my cardboard lover) and i are sitting in the living room on my couch on the stage waiting for the rain to stop. It sounds like Northern California's weather is not much better. That is truly a pity - for all you folks who are there as well as for me; i liked knowing I theoretically had a place to go where the grass was brown.