one potato, two potato, three potato, four.
five potato, six potato,
7 potato more!
I’ve never met a potato I didn’t love.
As a child, whenever I did not want to eat what my family was eating for dinner, I ate a baked (actually, microwaved) potato. Being the somewhat stubborn and willful child I was, I irrationally refused to eat certain foods on a regular basis, which meant that my parents bought potatoes by the 10-lb bag.
Luckily, my palate has evolved, and 7 potato more is dedicated to my newbie-foodie adventures . . . potatoes . . . and more.