Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Years ago I read The Whipping Boy. One of my favorites as a kid. Whenever I think of potatoes I think of the boiled potatoes in that book. I can't really recall what happened with the potatoes, but I can sense the cottage and the way the potatoes felt going down. It makes me want to eat them all the time.
Today I had a boiled potatoe hot from the pot. It wasn't as good as I pictured it. Of course, they were eaten by starving boys in the book and we all know that when you are hungry everything tastes better.
Another thing I remember from The Whipping Boy is the bad guy who ate onions and how he reeked of onions. (Whenever I smell someone with that particular odor I remember the bad guy)
Now I need to pick that book up again and rediscover the boiled potatoes.