A Love Letter to Truffle Fries

Dear Truffle Fries,

What do you call a good looking fry? A hot potato. Now that you’re buttered up, do you remember, January 11, 2020: the first time we were introduced. I had just finished toasting to a bright future, which seems ironic considering 2 months later the world went into lockdown. Anyway, instead of worrying about capturing a good photo for the gram, I remember it was the grated cheese on top of a warm set of fries that made me meditate on the moment. Instagram pictures would never capture the crispiness and softness, so I didn't even bother taking a picture.

It’s cliche to say that this was the first time we met, but it wouldn’t be the last.

November 5th 2021, I gathered my work family together to mark a farewell dinner. I would be transferring locations, a bitter-sweet, well more like “butter-sweet” moment.

I asked the waitress in a crowded room of 20 people if I could order the burger with you on the side. It’s funny to even think of you as a side piece, because in my mind you were the main course.

Over a year later, and I felt like we didn’t catch up much. I walked around the table, socializing with people that I may never see again. The same waitress cleared the table. I guess I wanted to clutch on to the taste of the truffle aioli, but your absence reminded me that I had to say goodnight to you and my second family that day. As Wiz Khalifa said, “what's small turned to a friendship, a friendship turned to a bond And that bond will never be broken, the love will never get lost”

You came into my life for a season(ing), (see what I did there), whenever I hear, “See You Again” By Charlie Puth and Wiz Khalifa, I’ll think of you.

Until next time,

Karus