I never had a Mr. Potato Head. Although I always wanted one. Call it an early fixation with food, or maybe it was that I always had an appreciation for polymorphous objects, but I admired that tuber. I guess it can be simply put– I love oddly shaped fruits and vegetables.
Last week, I squealed with glee when I spotted this baby at the farmers market. “Look,” I exclaimed to Brian, “it’s better than a potato-head! It’s a potato-man!” It was weighed by the vendor (and it was a weighty starch), and I put it in my satchel. There it sat on the kitchen counter, offering me company, and a smile (mine, not the potato’s) whenever I was in the kitchen.
But alas, the potato was consumed. It’s limbs were lopped off and I made a rosti, or a large, shredded potato cake later [...]
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