“What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.”

The front and back doors are open to the sun. Not one cloud mars the sky, a beautiful robin egg blue sky. Nothing is moving, not even the pine trees branches prone to swaying. It is in the 50’s, a torrid day for this time of year. I had no plans to go out. My to-do list says finish cleaning downstairs, but I think I’ll save that for the late afternoon. I only have the kitchen and dining room to finish. I might just go out.

When I was a kid, once the days got warmer, I’d go back to playing outside after school. I’d haul my bike out of the cellar and take a ride, my first spring ride. I remember it was cold going riding down my street, a long hill. The wind shot right up my sleeves. I was happy to get to the end of the hill.

The street lights came on later. Day was longer than night. I’d ride around and explore my town. I remember it was still in winter. The grass was yellow, brownish. Most gardens were bare though the tips of shoots were popping out of sunny corners. I’d ride around, maybe even stop at the library, until late afternoon when it would get cold again. I’d get home in time for some TV before dinner.

I remember the first place we lived when we moved to Stoneham. It had a tiny kitchen and only two bedrooms. The table was right beside the bigger kitchen window, but we seldom sat there altogether. I remember my mother cooking in that kitchen, standing in front of the stove. The kitchen got steamy, and you couldn’t look out the window. My mother never ate with us. My brother and I would sit at the table both of us craning to try and see the TV. Dinner always had some form of potato, usually mashed. Vegetables were few as we weren’t fans back then. I did eat peas. I’ve always eaten peas. I’ve eaten them in fried rice, risotto, salad and by themselves with a pat of butter. Anyway, sorry for the tangent, now back to the story. My mother tricked us with carrots. I’ve told you about this before, but I’m still so amazed at the duplicity of my mother it bears mentioning again. My mother mixed mashed carrots with mashed potatoes and told us the sort of striped white and orange colors were because of the potato, a new potato. We believed her. We ate carrots disguised as potatoes. We even liked them.

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6 Comments on ““What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.””

  1. hedley Says:

    A freely admit that i am starch addicted, a new potato, always a premium item growing up, fresh bread, potato chips…I have no shame, I will buffalo anything in sight.

    My daughter is planning Easter Sunday at her home but sadly has announced that the meal will be starch free. I hope there is some window for a crispy French roll that might have my name on it but there is no guaranty.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I can’t resist fresh bread. I would sometimes buy a still warm loaf and eat it while I was driving, not so much got home. I do love potatoes of any sort.

      I think you ought to smuggle a roll or two. Special dinners demand special rolls and a spiffy potato dish.

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Yesterday, on the History channel I saw a story that showed the original patent for the microwave oven and the technical drawings showed using the oven to bake a potato. Yesterday, I had a microwaved baked potato with my dinner and it was delicious. I find it interesting that since the 1950s, the only advancement in the kitchen has been the microwave oven. We could send men to the moon and back but the kitchen remains technologically stuck in time.

    Today was cloudy, cooler and the rain came this afternoon. Tonight we are looking for thunderstorms as a cold front approaches but there’s a low risk of severe storms. The high temperature only reached 61°.

    I’m a carbohydrate addict. I love sugar in all forms from potatoes to chocolate, to candy and including all kinds of bread and pasta. My spouse has been on a no or very low carbohydrate diet and she looks good and is getting healthy. My theory is, what’s the point of longevity if you have to give up sweets. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I buy the potatoes which are wrapped in something or other. They are meant for the microwave, and you’re right: they are delicious. I think individual appliances get better. I have an amazing food processor which does everything but dance. I have a wonderful mixer, but you could make the argument they are not new, just old redesigned. I want a replicator.

      I’m happy when we reach the 50’s. Getting to 60 is a dream, but we may make it this week for a day.

      I figure we get to enjoy life. I treat myself when I grocery shop. This time it was Reese’s peanut butter eggs.

      • Bob Says:

        Because I don’t believe in an afterlife, no one’s going to give me credit for every candy bar I didn’t eat. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        I don’t think even in an afterlife that candy bars are any part of the conversation. I figure sin and all sorts of naughty list items are the big topics.

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