Last week while I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, I opened the cupboard under the sink and selected a few potatoes to make French fries. As I scrubbed them under the tap, I noticed that one was misshapen. That didn't matter because I never peel potatoes when making fries. I slice them with the skins on because it's more nutritious and it saves me the extra work.
Then I took a closer look at the oddly-shaped spud.
Doesn't that look like a well-rounded bottom to you? That's what I thought, so I set it aside to snap a few photos. Here's a closer shot. You can see what looks like a belt mark on the upper right cheek.
Here's the other side of the same potato. It still looks like a bum, with a cute little dimple on each cheek.
There were plenty of other potatoes that didn't have such endearing physical characteristics, so we still enjoyed our fries for dinner that night. I kept the potato on display for a few days until Ron insisted that it become a French fry like all its brothers and sisters. it was delicious!
While on the subject, you may enjoy this post by Sugar, which shows what happens when potatoes need discipline.
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