Valentines Day approaches, & love comes in many forms: including but not limited to 10 lb. balls of mechanically separated turkey breast

It was February 9th, in the freezer section of Assa, when we first met.

I looked at it, it looked at me, and I knew life would never be the same.

I picked it up and carried it with me. I didn't care that I couldn't feel my hands.

The price was missing... I didn't care what it was... love has no price tag.

Just bring it back cashier lady... bring my sweet sweet 10 lb. hunk of freezing love

back to me...

It was 20 min. before she returned... and with her, my sweet sweet mechanically separated baby.

(Out of context = Horror story.)

Love is patient, love is kind. It is not gravy, it is honey roast, it is 10 pound.  It does not dishwater others, it is not self-seasoning, it is not easily thawed, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but three slices with the truth.  It always protein, always trusts, always hopes, always preservatives.

Love never fails. But where there are pickle cheese, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be salted; where there is knife, it will pass some of that luncheon meat this away.