I'm not sure how to write this, but I guess I'll give you a few highlights of my love affair with this delicious, delicious gift from God.
-Picture with me now...little 7-year-old Sarah, presents all around. The lights are dimmed and everyone starts singing Happy Birthday. In walks Grandma Rogers with a giant bowl of mashed potatoes. Oh, yes...when asked what kind of cake I wanted for my birthday, I requested not a cake, but mashed potatoes....with candles atop it. Happy birthday, indeed, to me!
-I had once jokingly told Emily that I would know that someone really knew me if they sent me potatoes as opposed to flowers. For my birthday this year from Emily, I got a big orange bucket...filled with wine, bath stuff, and potatoes*. Lots and lots of potatoes. That's my girl...she knows me so well...
-Two weeks ago, I opened my mailbox and found a package from my Grandma Dee. It was a book...101 Things To Do With a Potato. Does it say anything to you that my Grandma thought of me when she saw this book at a store?
-My Great-Grandpa Shelly was an amazing man. He took care of me (and my brothers, of course) every day during the summer while my mom was at work and every day he would make me either mashed potatoes or fried potatoes for lunch. You'd think I would have gotten tired of potatoes. Nada. I can't get enough of 'em.
-Julie was writing haikus the other day. Here's what I got:
Many ways to cook
Oh how I love to consume
So....thanks for the potato, God! Great job on that one!
*The whole potatoes instead of flowers thing has been done. Don't give me potatoes now and think of it as an original idea. Flowers are still appreciated. Thanks for your time.