Chives

My mouth begins to water with the thought of what spring brings.

My chives are sprouting!

Holding them tight in my fingers,

I listen to the shink of the scissors cutting through them.

Their soft smooth skin releasing their scent with growing potency.

That sweet and tangy scent with a hint of onion.

The memory of their taste dances on my tongue,

notes of sweet and yet an undescribable potency.

Something like a mix between onions and garlic,

but without the bitter notes.

Just the sight of their little green tips poking through the dirt sends me to another world.

I start to visualize all the beautful things I can make and add them to.

Using their beautful periwinkle flowers to make vinegarettes or flavoured oils.

The perfect addition to a summer salad.

Sprinkling the leaves on baked and mashed potatoes, with a dollop of butter.

That alone is my one true weakness in life!

These simple thoughts turn from mere thought to mouth water fantasies, that reach parts of my pleasure center I can't even mention.

I believe the term is... food-gasm?

I've already got the warm and tinglies, just thinking about this tiny sprout that isn't even a centimeter tall yet.

I can't explain why this excites me so much, all I know is that spring is here and so are my chives.