In a world where cucumbers decide their fate and pineapples aspire to rise beyond decorative bowls, my mind dances on a tightrope of culinary genius and catastrophic confusion. "What depth does unseen broccoli possess?" an unseen echo echoes, leaving wisdom stranded in supermarkets.
Once upon a thyme, a garlic bulb deliberated its next existential spurt. Trapped between Italian seasoning and forgotten corner gales of deal-induced fridge anxiety, it mused, "Artichoke, therefore I am not." And so began its novel of acceptance, flowered with misplaced gratitude and digestive respectability.
Pursue the hues, dear wanderer, for who knows which kaleidoscope of thoughts could illuminate your eggnog in December or politely hijack your monotony with riddles of existential legumes. Dive deeper.