Tuesday, March 1, 2011

What Love Is

Not having found either Mr. Right
or Mr. All-Right-for-Now,
I had almost forgotten what love is.

Now I know.

Turns out you can buy it
(the Beatles were wrong)

And cook it.

And cover it with marinara
or maybe a little pesto
or garlic aioli
and shave some zesty Parmesan atop it
and eat it.

Now there's something
I can sink my teeth into.

Too bad there's an expiration date. 


rebecca said...

i LOVE this post!
your wit is charming...quirky and seriously bright!

and now i am hungry.

~Lavender Dreamer~ said...

Yes, this is a cute post...and a yummy one, too! I'll look for that pasta! ♥ We're having Italian tonight! ♥

Stephanie said...


Fabulous Meri...LOVE seeing the world through your images and words.

Anonymous said...

... after munching down all that good pasta and sauce, one might digest the ultimate description of LOVE... of now saying your sorry...Whoops, "Love is never saying you're sorry..."

mouse (aka kimy) said...

love is all there is!

buon appetito!

tasty post!

My Dream Canvas said...

I love your blog and your posts. Yes its great to connect with another Puget sound blogger :-)

caite said...

it says love to me! ;-)

GayNYCDad said...


Indrani said...

I like your interpretation.

beth said...

you are so funny....what a great post !

Only Prettier said...


Dawn Elliott said...

Having been married for the first time at age 47, I've had lots of experiences looking for love! Very sweet post!