This baby likes food.
Fall food.
Not sweet or cold.
This baby likes food for the season.
Leaves change colors and drop.
The wind picks up and it is *almost* chilly out.
Sweaters and boots and bonfires.
Star gazing on clear nights and a kitchen warmed by home cooking.
Chili. Minestrone. Butternut squash with sea salt and cumin.
Tastes like happiness.
It's gross outside.
The classroom is hot and sweaty.
Full of overly excited children.
The gym is worse.
I blast the car's air conditioner in my face.
Deep breaths of cold, sweet, chill.
I like cookies. Apples are ok.
Dinner has not been ok.
The soups.
Thick. Spoons are hard to eat with.
It smells weird.
Everything tastes like it has beans in it.
She probably put beans in it to try and trick me.
I want sushi. Ramen Ya or hibachi.
I would settle for musabi.
Fall food.
Not sweet or cold.
This baby likes food for the season.
Leaves change colors and drop.
The wind picks up and it is *almost* chilly out.
Sweaters and boots and bonfires.
Star gazing on clear nights and a kitchen warmed by home cooking.
Chili. Minestrone. Butternut squash with sea salt and cumin.
Tastes like happiness.
It's gross outside.
The classroom is hot and sweaty.
Full of overly excited children.
The gym is worse.
I blast the car's air conditioner in my face.
Deep breaths of cold, sweet, chill.
I like cookies. Apples are ok.
Dinner has not been ok.
The soups.
Thick. Spoons are hard to eat with.
It smells weird.
Everything tastes like it has beans in it.
She probably put beans in it to try and trick me.
I want sushi. Ramen Ya or hibachi.
I would settle for musabi.
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