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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
My husband offered to pick up a baked potato for me, and he went to a different Wendy’s. When I got home, I was so tired I was eating in the dark, and halfway through, I saw something that looked black. At first I thought it was a little crunchy end. I grabbed my flashlight and saw that there was black stuff on one end of the potato as well as fuzzy white mold. Now I’m freaking out about getting sick. I didn’t eat many of the black stuff/ate mostly the other end. Am I gonna be ok?
My friend made me this potato cake for my birthday. Garlic, Parmesan, rosemary mashed potato flavor
They didn't look, feel, or smell unusual. Poked holes and baked them the same way as always. But instead of delicious fluffy insides, these have a strange wet sticky slimey consistency. What's the deal?