An ode to carbohydrates
Kyla Fletcher, LIFESTYLE COLUMNIST
The holidays mean something different for everyone. Some like the decorating, some like the snow, some like the feeling they get when their mom opens up the gift they spent hours searching for. All that is just fine and dandy, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t even come close to being my favourite part. It should come as no surprise to you, I’m sure, but what I look forward to the most is the food — especially the carbs. Such a variety, too! Buns, potatoes, cabbage rolls filled with rice, stuffing—my mouth is watering just thinking about it. I’ve written a poem to honour these delightful little things, and I plan on reading it before dinner on Christmas Eve, if I can get away with it. Please enjoy.
Thank you for pasta.
Thank you for toast.
Thank you for dinner rolls and bagels. I love you the most.
Thank you for pairing perfectly with butter, cheese, and dip.
Thank you for saving crumbs on the corner of my lip.
Thank you for pizza,
and thank you for BLTs.
I could praise you forever, you bring me to my knees.
Thank you for potatoes.
Baked, cubed, scalloped, and fried. Oh my gosh, thank you for potatoes. Shredded and mashed bring a tear to my eye.
Thank you for housing burgers and dogs.
Thank you for the Christmas cookies I pair with eggnog.
Thank you for filling me, Heart, soul, and tummy.
Thank you for comforting me, Damn, you are yummy.
Happy holidays, you hungry hooligans, I hope we’re all seven pounds heavier in January.
Answers to Fletch, Betty Spaghetti, or Hey You.
Long, shaggy blonde hair.
Slightly aggressive at first but usually warms up after she smells you.
Feed her pizza and she’ll be the most loyal friend you’ll ever have.
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