"A Reprieve for the Obssessed Mind"
(particularly those obsessed with love...)
Today, and whatever your mind has been obsessed with the past few days, weeks, months... we shall talk about potatoes and brussel sprouts, to get our minds off of that which we need to get our minds off of, if only for a few precious minutes... so, without further delay, I present to you,
"Potatoes and Brussel Sprouts"
Here we have "potato", or, more correctly, "potatoes"...

they come in a great variety, so no matter what obsession we have, there is a potato to cure it...

even more fun, we have Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head...
and what a responsible, unobsessed pair they are...
of course, anytime you build anything nice, who comes along, moves in, takes it over, and ruins it like just another beach community?

you guessed it!
As for cooking potatoes, I think the au gratin dish is appealing...
hmmm... kind of too appealing... romantic... sexy... delicious... ahem, excuse me, pardon me... WELL, if you feel a relapse coming on, if it begins to warp your mind back into that state that we are trying to alleviate here, then you can pour a little salt cod on top of it, like this:

as a matter of fact, I think pouring a little salt cod will work on just about anything getting a little too... um... perky? yes... well...
Let us move right along to Brussel Sprouts...

baskets and baskets of brussel sprouts... and fields and fields of brussel sprouts...

Ah, the aroma... I feel my mind clearing already...
Here are two groups of brussel sprouts growing. It looks like they're doing the tango, eh? What a fine date they must be on... on a Saturday night... fun together... romance in the air... ah, pardon me again, drifted off...

and as for cooking, well, they can go much further than boiled and mushed up. Take these roasted brussel sprouts over a bed of butter-nut squash...
don't they look erotic and delectible?!!
But now our minds are wandering back to that topic we've been obsessed with for the past few days, weeks, months...

quite a romantic, alluring brussel sprout, I must say... and with that, I now relapse into that obsessive state of mind that I offered a moment of relief from here...
bon-appetit!








Other than that, brussel sprouts are disgusting and the poem was still weird yet relaxing at the same time.
Dax
enjoy your time here...

lol! thanks for the therapy


what a terrible way to go.
xx



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