Let’s create a new hashtag for potatoes.
C’mon, it’ll be fun. I’ve got a few ideas to get us started.
#spudlovebitches #tellmeaboutitspud #potaytoelovah #spudtacular #myprecious #ohmygodbeckylookatherspud
Have you looked at Instagram lately? Everybody’s all #namastebitches this and #namastebitches that, while my poor sweet lonely potatoes are left out in the cold. It nearly breaks the cockles of my heart, and I want to change that, one baked french fry at a time.
Or maybe we should do it one meal at a time, WIAW style, and give potatoes their just desserts, ignoring the fact, dessert was the one meal where they didn’t make it to the party. For shame. I should probably start the day all over groundhog style and ensure I end it with a potato for dessert. ‘Eh, either way, I know I did Arman proud.
Breakfast was a bunch of leftover veggies, sautéed in olive oil. Think onions, bell peppers, carrots, swiss chard, and broccoli, oh my! which I then smothered in six beaten eggs and a bundle of chopped chives.
I ate a slice and a half of my veggiefied frittata and focused my efforts on the real star of the show: the roasted red skinned potatoes.
Lunch was my newest potato obsession: Kettle Cooked Cheddar Chips. I finished the last third of the bag, although there’s no truth to the rumor I poured the few remaining crumbs directly into my open and eagerly awaiting mouth. Alright fine, I did it. I regret nothing.
This next dish is not a potato, nor a meal. It is magically delicious though, and now I’m using children’s characters to justify my booze hound ways. Whatever, I smoked candy cigarettes growing up with the likes of Joe Camel, and I turned out perfectly fine. Hmm, surely there’s no correlation.
This next snack needs no introduction, although I was polite and shared with the Hubby and family.
My main course involved a salad, some roasted veggies, more cheese and crackers and my favorite, mashed potatoes with a pat of butter. When I die, I don’t want to be put on a wooden barge in the river and set a flame (they still do that, right?). Instead, I want to be laid to rest on a bed of mashed potatoes with a stick of butter in my cold dead hands. Dream big, my friends. Dream big.
Dessert was a piece of Apple Spiced Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting. While it was ridiculously good (did I mention the cream cheese frosting?), it was no potato.
One final thought since I simply cannot end a post with less than 500 words: potatoes were once eaten to fight off scurvy 1, they provide more potassium than a banana, more vitamin C than a tomato.2 and they just straight up rock. Therefore, from this moment forward, I say embrace the spud inside all of you, hold it up high, and sing it from the rooftops. Then hashtag that shit. #spudlovebitches.
What’s your favorite way to prepare potatoes? Do you love them too? Wanna join my new Instagram movement to glorify the potato? C’mon it’ll be fun.