Sunday, September 13, 2009

Lovers Potatoes

Dawn hates potatoes in any form other than french fries. She said she and her brother would dig them from the ground when they were kids and eat them raw. She says they would sneak down to the cellar in the wintertime in North Dakota and eat them raw from the huge pile they kept down there. Maybe she just got her lifetime quota of potatoes before she turned 10.

Because she never ate them as an adult, she also didn't cook them much. She has linked her life with mine, though and my life requires potatoes. Dawn has fed me so many terrible potatoes in her quest to fill my potato needs. She has finally gotten it just right. They are buttery and garlicy and salty and delicious. She calls them Lovers Potatoes.

She loves me and I know it. I've never been surer of anything else.



  1. I started a poem about food and love today and then life got in the way of it. Maybe it's still cooking down there in the basement- who knows?
    But I love the lover's potatoes and yes, food is love, if it is prepared with love for someone you love and those potatoes surely are, I have no doubt.

  2. Yummo!
    Tell Ex Northern to feed you potatoes more often!

  3. adorable. potatoes are the yummiest.

  4. I LOVE potaotes! Baked, Mashed, Fried, real or instant...Eating them raw though? I can see why she swore them off the list.

  5. I love baked, scalloped, smashed, saladed, hashed, twice cooked, raw even the game. Yes on the lovers potatoes, they must be the best.

  6. Yikes, potatoes raw. Couldn't do that. Those love potatoes sounds really good!