Imagine the food in your refrigerator could talk. When the door is closed, what do you think they talk about? What do they say to each other?

Ani Naseri, Shirak

I think they talk about who will be eaten next, and they will be talking about each other, who is the best, the tasties, the fattest, the pretties, the uglies, the strongest, the cleverest, they might start fighting with each other, or they might start doing concerts or even organize parties.

There will be a leader who will rule the “Foody Worldy” this will be their country name. They won’t have rich food or poor food they will all be equal. They will live like humans. The only problem here will be that some of them will disappear as soon as I ate them. They will start gossiping, saying that I am cruel. They will have a court were they sent me to prison or ever time I opened the refrigerator they will shout at me like protestors the’ll start throughing potatoes at me or hitting rotten eggs. Exept from me they will also start gossiping about each other, for example women potatoes, cucumber, strawberries will start chatting about cheeses, oranges, jams saying they are rude, rough, ugly or giving complimants. Some will talk about boys, some about their families. Some will talk about their culture, traditions, work and how difficult it is being food, because you don’t know when you will die. They will live their lives with scare and unexpectations.

We are like this food too we don’t know when we will pass by.

If they asked me to not eat their babies I won’t because I’m not that cruel I am good-natured, kind. But in human life it is not like that they can kill anyone they like, soldiers, normal families children.

If I don’t eat them I will die, I will eat adults because I have a lot to live, even if they beg me not to but I will never let me to eat children.

This is all I think about talking food, I prefer that only humans talked.