The other day I wanted to cook potatoes for my host family. So I went out to the little porch and picked five small potatoes from the big bag they have out there. As I was picking them, I was thinking, What kind of potatoes are these? The skin is so dark. I couldn't hold all of them in my hand so I put them in my lap as I picked out more. When I brought them back to the kitchen, I realized there were dark marks on my jeans... from the potatoes. I realized (and I'm really embarassed that I had this private moment of realization and that Idid in fact have to think this through) that the marks were from the potatoes because potatoes are grown in the dirt so therefore are covered in dirt when harvested. So I guess deep down I am a spoiled American brat. They don't wash their potatoes before selling it here and place in neat little pyramids at Safeway. Ahh... I was hoping to avoid moments like this.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
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