I love potatoes so much, you guys
Potatoes. So many forms: from the mashed potato to The Mashed Potato, from the couch potato to the venerable Mr. Potato Head, potatoes (gluten and soy free!) are full of starchy goodness that can be extruded as hyperbolic paraboloids called Pringles or leaked into vodka. Truly, they are magical.
One summer, I was so very wretchedly poor that I lived entirely on potatoes and peanut butter toast. Jobless penury is the only excuse for such an indulgent diet, which I, of course, cannot recommend in good conscience, but one that I secretly enjoyed even as I salted my fries with my own anxious tears.
Potatoes, and you may have sensed this, are important to me. I have read books about them. I have even dreamt of them. A few years ago, I dreamt that I was dating Drew Carey. We spent a significant part of the dream shooting Nerf guns at each other and making out in the aisles of a 24/7 WalMart. Then he took me home to meet his parents, who lived in a simple, well-manicured one story ranch house, with an empty dining room elegantly laid out for Thanksgiving. I counted eight different kinds of potatoes on that table, and I knew in that moment that I had to marry into that family, a family that understood the significance of potatoes and potato preparation, a family that understood me. Now, while I am glad to hear that Drew Carey has beaten Type II Diabetes thanks to a strict diet and exercise regime, it makes me ineffably sad to think that he will never again be able to enjoy potatoes of any kind.
My hope is that you, dear reader, can still live the potato dream! I can say that I did. For Thanksgiving ’09, we approached that mythic menu. We did indeed serve eight different kinds of potatoes: mashed with butter, blue potatoes mashed with goat cheese, twice-baked, scalloped, latkes, sweet potatoes with cranberries, pecans and bleu cheese, and potato sausage soup. Ah, to have achieved such a goal!
While it is true that my physique, such as it is, is large largely due to potatoes, especially French fries, non, je ne regrette rien! Laissez-les manger des pommes de terre!
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I would like to make it clear, because there are actually only seven kinds of potatoes listed here, that the eighth variety was a bag of potato chips. It was a stretch, but we made it happen. Although you could argue that a sweet potato is technically a yam.
I’m just sayin’.
OMG yes! Potatoes are the BEST. They are the perfect food: solid taste, fabulous texture, available in many varieties, and with a rich history!
I am over the moon that you have found someone to share your life with who understands your tuberlicious dreams!
Wow. 8 kinds of potatoes. I am full just thinking about that.
If you haven’t had blue potato chips, give them a go. All the potato dishes turned out well, but I was especially proud of the latkes.
This year I grew potatoes for the first time. I got about 40 pounds of Kennebec stored in the basement now.
I too love potatoes. Growing them is a pleasure too.
When I was young and poor, I would buy a 10 pound bag and eat potatoes almost every day. I never grew tired of them and still love, love them.
Now I have 40 pounds of potato JEALOUSY.
I have to say that sunflowers and potatoes are the only crops I ever thought about trying to grow. And let’s face it, my plants despair of me. Still, your very own potatoes — intriguing!