Yesterday, I went hunting for dinner in my favorite venue.
I wait all year to find 'em.
Growing spuds is not like growing tomatoes or beans. You just never know what's going on under there. But this year, health and happiness prevails beneath the straw, because it is the third time in two weeks that I've pulled in a harvest like this.
And turned it into this..
Yesterday, I mashed 'em up skins on, added butter, chives, and yogurt and gave them to Himself so he could have all 730,000 calories of his annual caloric intake in one convenient meal.
That was fine with him.
But others just stared at their kibble in disbelief.