Dear fiber,
I am sorry that my recent culinary forays have led me to forsake you. Really, I am sorry.
I will not ever forget the good times we have had, your study mouthfeel. The way you have always made me feel, after an encounter with you, that I have done something good for myself. I should have never gotten off track
.
I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.
I promise you that I will pay you the attention that you’re due. Please note that I am of more than words. I have eaten many salads in the last few days. I have loved them, each crunch bite. Right now, simmering on the stove is a pot of lima beans. We will have good times together.
I swear.
Please know that the love that I feel for you is real.
Besos,
sherlonya