Ohh dearest plantian,
The way you fill me I cannot comprehend, the way I cannot resist you is beyond me. I thank the Lord God Almighty for creating you, He did so for a purpose and now I taste and see it all.
I love you in every way you can be, be ye boiled, roast or fried. You’re sweet in all forms, whether ripe or unripe, hot or cold, dried not soaked, salted not unsalted and so on.
Words can’t describe (as they always say) how much you mean to me and the world at large.