Oregano is best on italian cuisine.
The green offsets the tomato sauce (I can hear the shouting:
Italians don't only use tomato sauce!).
It can be pronounced with an egg in
the middle or so that it rhymes with guano.
Every time I think of oregano I think of my ex.
She wrote a poem about her dying English grandfather, how he said oregano with the long, guano A.
There was a picture attached to it, he was looking through a donut.
No oregano in sight.
Not even a plate of spaghetti in the photo, just him, the nurse, the donut, the machines.
That's why I left her.
Except that's not why I left, not really.
In fact, she left me, if I'm being honest.
There are times I wish I could get that time back, if I'm being more honest.
I suspect she feels that way about her grandfather.
Or I don't want the time back, but it sits there in the back of my mind.
Maybe just bored.
It's got nothing better to do.