I absolutely love boiled potatoes
I really can’t get enough. They’re the perfect meal, snack, accompaniment. Make me happy when I’m sad, make me happy when I’m happy. Great for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They’re not fussy and neither am I. I don’t need salt or oil or roasting or frying. Simply boiled till they gently slide off the fork. A real delicacy.
One was growing some legs so I cut them up and planted them: bam - potatoes. Crappy soil on a tiny balcony, yet they’re growing and they’re happy.
I plan to go to the Andes to pay my respects. I’d like to learn more about the potato history as well as the culture they originate from. Something so beautiful about such a versatile, diverse crop - there are over 3,000 types in the Andes alone!
All hail the boiled potato