'Twas a very sad day in our house today. We buried a bag of potatoes. It had somehow expired buried deep in the pantry where no one noticed.
Expired while alone, unloved and underappreciated.
There it went, cut down during the prime of life, before becoming what could have been a lovely soup, or perhaps a snappy homemade batch of french fries.
Once has to wonder how this happened. Who buys potatoes and then leaves them to die a slow, lingering death? Who buries potatoes so deep in their pantry that you would need a rope and Indiana Jones to ever see daylight again?
Who does that?
Did you know that expired potatoes are ugly? They sprout very strange things out of their bodies that look like alien appendages.
They smell too.
If you leave them too long baaaaaaaad things happen. Trust me on this. You will have a mess to clean up on the floor.
Not that I did that or anything.