SoupAddict has been dreaming all summer about her potato crop. She planted German Butterball potatoes in a funky container, taking the chance that the thing’s product reviews were true. Each week, as the plants grew taller and taller, and lusher and lusher, she imagined how the dreary winter would be frequently brightened with these.
And at last, the day came when the plants had mostly pooped out and the container was ready to be harvested. And that day was tonight. Today, I mean. Well, it was night. So, tonight.
Like her garlic crop, SoupAddict wanted to share with you this momentous moment in photographs. (SoupAddict apologizes for the flash photography, which is not the best way to capture food, but, like she said, it’s night, and she was too excited to wait until tomorrow.)
So come along with SoupAddict as she takes a peek into this bowl. There’s a surprise inside.
Come closer. [Waves hand.] Come on!
It’s alright … come closer. Thaaaaaat’s right. Peek over the edge….
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
No, really, applause is not necessary.
I’m just a regular girl with a knack for gardening. You’re too kind, too kind. Yes, they are indeed lov….
Wait, where are you going?
Don’t back up. Stay close, stay close. Don’t … come back here with that camera … don’t … wait ….
Wait! I can explain!
It’s … um. They’re … um. You see, it’s like this.
[Okay, I really can’t explain.]
Potato famine, indeed
Don’t be jealous of SoupAddict’s potato-growing talent. It’s unbecoming.