Letter: I Love You, People’s Potato

Graphic Madeleine Gendreau

Hey (gender non-specific) Baby,

I know I’m just one of your many lovers, and that you don’t even think this was serious, I’m probably runnin’ the risk of creepin’ you out, but I’ve got to tell you, you’ve been on my mind since the last time.

You know when I mean—that wild Friday lunch with your quinoa and mushroom spinach stir-fry, dancin’ black bean salsa and mint barley soup! Was that kasha? I thought I tasted kasha.

And as if that wasn’t enough, I had a taste of your sweet, sweet vegan chocolate zucchini cake. It still drives me wild just thinkin’ about it.

What’s more important than all of your tasty goodies though, is the way you make me feel. When we’re together, you inflame my senses, but afterwards I leave stronger, more confident, beautiful and able to take on the world in a way that isn’t guilty of propagating the daily mass genocide of our animal brothers and sisters, or leavin’ me feelin’ like a mindless cog in the global corporate food industry!

You nourish my body and liberate my soul. All through class, I’m bitin’ my lips, and curlin’ my hair with my fingers, I keep tellin’ myself, just another hour ‘til lunch. And even if the line is super long, and even if you’re going to share yourself with a bunch of people before me and after me, I’ll still wait in line for you.

I love you People’s Potato!

— Madeleine Gendreau, graphics editor at The Link