There's a party in the cupboard
in retrospect, my Appalachian comment was kind of bigoted.
wow! these comment multiplied!
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Ooh Ooh, gross potato story. Okay. So my beloved boyfriend Bryson used to have the master bedroom in the house he rented with a bunch of guys. It was quite the luxury, for a frat kid: vaulted ceilings, a big bathroom (although the shower was impotent) and his very own balcony.
Bryson is a horrific slob. If he weren't so spoiled, he'd be Appalachian. After only a few weeks the balcony became a dumping ground for anything he didn't want deal with: old newspapers, beer bottles, dead houseplants.
Anyway, one grocery day I purchased a big sack of potatoes for him. Somehow, they disappeared. In the months betwen the purchase and the story, I'm sure at one point they were ablaze with fuschia.
Now Sky comes into the story. He's my little pound-mutt, a feisty sheltie-eskie mix (or so we think). Sky wasn't allowed on the balcony because he had a tendency to shit there. Don't blame him; the space was like Ed Gein's madhouse at that point.
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Ooh Ooh, gross potato story. Okay. So my beloved boyfriend Bryson used to have the master bedroom in the house he rented with a bunch of guys. It was quite the luxury, for a frat kid: vaulted ceilings, a big bathroom (although the shower was impotent) and his very own balcony.
Bryson is a horrific slob. If he weren't so spoiled, he'd be Appalachian. After only a few weeks the balcony became a dumping ground for anything he didn't want deal with: old newspapers, beer bottles, dead houseplants.
Anyway, one grocery day I purchased a big sack of potatoes for him. Somehow, they disappeared. In the months betwen the purchase and the story, I'm sure at one point they were ablaze with fuschia.
Now Sky comes into the story. He's my little pound-mutt, a feisty sheltie-eskie mix (or so we think). Sky wasn't allowed on the balcony because he had a tendency to shit there. Don't blame him; the space was like Ed Gein's madhouse at that point.
START HERE:
Ooh Ooh, gross potato story. Okay. So my beloved boyfriend Bryson used to have the master bedroom in the house he rented with a bunch of guys. It was quite the luxury, for a frat kid: vaulted ceilings, a big bathroom (although the shower was impotent) and his very own balcony.
Bryson is a horrific slob. If he weren't so spoiled, he'd be Appalachian. After only a few weeks the balcony became a dumping ground for anything he didn't want deal with: old newspapers, beer bottles, dead houseplants.
Anyway, one grocery day I purchased a big sack of potatoes for him. Somehow, they disappeared. In the months betwen the purchase and the story, I'm sure at one point they were ablaze with fuschia.
Now Sky comes into the story. He's my little pound-mutt, a feisty sheltie-eskie mix (or so we think). Sky wasn't allowed on the balcony because he had a tendency to shit there. Don't blame him; the space was like Ed Gein's madhouse at that point.
START HERE:
Ooh Ooh, gross potato story. Okay. So my beloved boyfriend Bryson used to have the master bedroom in the house he rented with a bunch of guys. It was quite the luxury, for a frat kid: vaulted ceilings, a big bathroom (although the shower was impotent) and his very own balcony.
Bryson is a horrific slob. If he weren't so spoiled, he'd be Appalachian. After only a few weeks the balcony became a dumping ground for anything he didn't want deal with: old newspapers, beer bottles, dead houseplants.
Anyway, one grocery day I purchased a big sack of potatoes for him. Somehow, they disappeared. In the months betwen the purchase and the story, I'm sure at one point they were ablaze with fuschia.
Now Sky comes into the story. He's my little pound-mutt, a feisty sheltie-eskie mix (or so we think). Sky wasn't allowed on the balcony because he had a tendency to shit there. Don't blame him; the space was like Ed Gein's madhouse at that point.
One day, in his room, we noticed a terrible smell. A shit-smeared hell-cavern filled with rotting fish smell, actually. Disgusted yet curious, we searched all around, assuming something, somewhere, had died.
It was Sky.
No, he hadn't died. But the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad smell was emanating from his fur. I basically hurled him in the shower and slammed the door shut.
Bryson: "Hey, the balcony door's open. Do you think he went out there?"
We ventured out. The smell, which had been replaced indoors by the smell of wet dog, burst gruesomely back into our senses.
Sky has been known to roll on things: rancid seaweed at the dog beach, his chew-bones, other dogs' pee. So we searched the balcony floor for the culprit. It wasn't the dog poo. It wasn't the dead bird. It was. . . can you guess?
The shreds of brown plastic remaining in soupy, bubbling mess were unmistakable.
I think Bryson re-invented vodka.
One day, in his room, we noticed a terrible smell. A shit-smeared hell-cavern filled with rotting fish smell, actually. Disgusted yet curious, we searched all around, assuming something, somewhere, had died.
It was Sky.
No, he hadn't died. But the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad smell was emanating from his fur. I basically hurled him in the shower and slammed the door shut.
Bryson: "Hey, the balcony door's open. Do you think he went out there?"
We ventured out. The smell, which had been replaced indoors by the smell of wet dog, burst gruesomely back into our senses.
Sky has been known to roll on things: rancid seaweed at the dog beach, his chew-bones, other dogs' pee. So we searched the balcony floor for the culprit. It wasn't the dog poo. It wasn't the dead bird. It was. . . can you guess?
The shreds of brown plastic remaining in soupy, bubbling mess were unmistakable.
I think Bryson re-invented vodka.
One day, in his room, we noticed a terrible smell. A shit-smeared hell-cavern filled with rotting fish smell, actually. Disgusted yet curious, we searched all around, assuming something, somewhere, had died.
It was Sky.
No, he hadn't died. But the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad smell was emanating from his fur. I basically hurled him in the shower and slammed the door shut.
Bryson: "Hey, the balcony door's open. Do you think he went out there?"
We ventured out. The smell, which had been replaced indoors by the smell of wet dog, burst gruesomely back into our senses.
Sky has been known to roll on things: rancid seaweed at the dog beach, his chew-bones, other dogs' pee. So we searched the balcony floor for the culprit. It wasn't the dog poo. It wasn't the dead bird. It was. . . can you guess?
The shreds of brown plastic remaining in soupy, bubbling mess were unmistakable.
I think Bryson re-invented vodka.
One day, in his room, we noticed a terrible smell. A shit-smeared hell-cavern filled with rotting fish smell, actually. Disgusted yet curious, we searched all around, assuming something, somewhere, had died.
It was Sky.
No, he hadn't died. But the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad smell was emanating from his fur. I basically hurled him in the shower and slammed the door shut.
Bryson: "Hey, the balcony door's open. Do you think he went out there?"
We ventured out. The smell, which had been replaced indoors by the smell of wet dog, burst gruesomely back into our senses.
Sky has been known to roll on things: rancid seaweed at the dog beach, his chew-bones, other dogs' pee. So we searched the balcony floor for the culprit. It wasn't the dog poo. It wasn't the dead bird. It was. . . can you guess?
The shreds of brown plastic remaining in soupy, bubbling mess were unmistakable.
I think Bryson re-invented vodka.
As the third and fairly non-produce obsessed roomate, I'd like to say that there is a sack of potatoes sprouting fuschia tinged spikes in our kitchen. Legitimate or not, its fairly evident that these poor tubers are *children of nature* that have been neglected in their prime. Tsk tsk I say (for not appreciating them, and also because they're kind of freaking me out). While i'm at it, I'd like to say one thing about notions of beauty - they're linked to base primordial insticts that alert us as to who to mate with. Though not into potato-mating myself, deformities do indicate that something is *wrong* with the product/person in question (much like a hairy mole of skin cancer).
So. On that note, please don't eat those fugly potatoes and die.
As the third and fairly non-produce obsessed roomate, I'd like to say that there is a sack of potatoes sprouting fuschia tinged spikes in our kitchen. Legitimate or not, its fairly evident that these poor tubers are *children of nature* that have been neglected in their prime. Tsk tsk I say (for not appreciating them, and also because they're kind of freaking me out). While i'm at it, I'd like to say one thing about notions of beauty - they're linked to base primordial insticts that alert us as to who to mate with. Though not into potato-mating myself, deformities do indicate that something is *wrong* with the product/person in question (much like a hairy mole of skin cancer).
So. On that note, please don't eat those fugly potatoes and die.
As the third and fairly non-produce obsessed roomate, I'd like to say that there is a sack of potatoes sprouting fuschia tinged spikes in our kitchen. Legitimate or not, its fairly evident that these poor tubers are *children of nature* that have been neglected in their prime. Tsk tsk I say (for not appreciating them, and also because they're kind of freaking me out). While i'm at it, I'd like to say one thing about notions of beauty - they're linked to base primordial insticts that alert us as to who to mate with. Though not into potato-mating myself, deformities do indicate that something is *wrong* with the product/person in question (much like a hairy mole of skin cancer).
So. On that note, please don't eat those fugly potatoes and die.
As the third and fairly non-produce obsessed roomate, I'd like to say that there is a sack of potatoes sprouting fuschia tinged spikes in our kitchen. Legitimate or not, its fairly evident that these poor tubers are *children of nature* that have been neglected in their prime. Tsk tsk I say (for not appreciating them, and also because they're kind of freaking me out). While i'm at it, I'd like to say one thing about notions of beauty - they're linked to base primordial insticts that alert us as to who to mate with. Though not into potato-mating myself, deformities do indicate that something is *wrong* with the product/person in question (much like a hairy mole of skin cancer).
So. On that note, please don't eat those fugly potatoes and die.
Did mom tell you that my face swelled up from my jaw to my eye on Saturday?
Did mom tell you that my face swelled up from my jaw to my eye on Saturday?
Did mom tell you that my face swelled up from my jaw to my eye on Saturday?
Did mom tell you that my face swelled up from my jaw to my eye on Saturday?
You two fucking crack me up.
Rick Springfield: "Jesse's girl"
"Probably moot": The line that goes THUD.
I do feel kind of bad for the fugly potato; however, he's probably been digested by now, moles and all.
That volleyball game was so you, bitch. But it wasn't taped over MTM! I would have known if I was watching new footage! It was taped over an episode of Fraggle Rock, in which Red had the hiccups and the fraggles were attempting to scare her. I think. Doesn't it all feel like a strange, drug-induced dream??
You two fucking crack me up.
Rick Springfield: "Jesse's girl"
"Probably moot": The line that goes THUD.
I do feel kind of bad for the fugly potato; however, he's probably been digested by now, moles and all.
That volleyball game was so you, bitch. But it wasn't taped over MTM! I would have known if I was watching new footage! It was taped over an episode of Fraggle Rock, in which Red had the hiccups and the fraggles were attempting to scare her. I think. Doesn't it all feel like a strange, drug-induced dream??
You two fucking crack me up.
Rick Springfield: "Jesse's girl"
"Probably moot": The line that goes THUD.
I do feel kind of bad for the fugly potato; however, he's probably been digested by now, moles and all.
That volleyball game was so you, bitch. But it wasn't taped over MTM! I would have known if I was watching new footage! It was taped over an episode of Fraggle Rock, in which Red had the hiccups and the fraggles were attempting to scare her. I think. Doesn't it all feel like a strange, drug-induced dream??
You two fucking crack me up.
Rick Springfield: "Jesse's girl"
"Probably moot": The line that goes THUD.
I do feel kind of bad for the fugly potato; however, he's probably been digested by now, moles and all.
That volleyball game was so you, bitch. But it wasn't taped over MTM! I would have known if I was watching new footage! It was taped over an episode of Fraggle Rock, in which Red had the hiccups and the fraggles were attempting to scare her. I think. Doesn't it all feel like a strange, drug-induced dream??
5. Yours loss...mushrooms are mysterious and unique, with lots of phytonutrients, zinc, and fiber.
5. Yours loss...mushrooms are mysterious and unique, with lots of phytonutrients, zinc, and fiber.
5. Yours loss...mushrooms are mysterious and unique, with lots of phytonutrients, zinc, and fiber.
5. Yours loss...mushrooms are mysterious and unique, with lots of phytonutrients, zinc, and fiber.
4. Danielle is gorgeous without makeuhhhh...plus she takes an obscene amount of time to apply it.
4. Danielle is gorgeous without makeuhhhh...plus she takes an obscene amount of time to apply it.
4. Danielle is gorgeous without makeuhhhh...plus she takes an obscene amount of time to apply it.
4. Danielle is gorgeous without makeuhhhh...plus she takes an obscene amount of time to apply it.
3. I don't know who Rick Springfield is...ignorance is bliss in this case.
3. I don't know who Rick Springfield is...ignorance is bliss in this case.
3. I don't know who Rick Springfield is...ignorance is bliss in this case.
3. I don't know who Rick Springfield is...ignorance is bliss in this case.
2. What I consider deformed and ugly probably does not coincide to your highly ****y A******* notions. Beauty for me is incidental to inner worth. The nutritional value of a vegetable colors its fascade beautiful in my eyes, and not vice versa. As for heirloom tomators and anteaters, I see their appeal, and it is rather narrow of you to call them "ugly" without any qualifications. The Elephant Man is a serious and sad case, one I would rather not talk about for personal reasons...but I would not call him legitimate as it is a debilitating disease which nature selects against.
2. What I consider deformed and ugly probably does not coincide to your highly ****y A******* notions. Beauty for me is incidental to inner worth. The nutritional value of a vegetable colors its fascade beautiful in my eyes, and not vice versa. As for heirloom tomators and anteaters, I see their appeal, and it is rather narrow of you to call them "ugly" without any qualifications. The Elephant Man is a serious and sad case, one I would rather not talk about for personal reasons...but I would not call him legitimate as it is a debilitating disease which nature selects against.
2. What I consider deformed and ugly probably does not coincide to your highly ****y A******* notions. Beauty for me is incidental to inner worth. The nutritional value of a vegetable colors its fascade beautiful in my eyes, and not vice versa. As for heirloom tomators and anteaters, I see their appeal, and it is rather narrow of you to call them "ugly" without any qualifications. The Elephant Man is a serious and sad case, one I would rather not talk about for personal reasons...but I would not call him legitimate as it is a debilitating disease which nature selects against.
2. What I consider deformed and ugly probably does not coincide to your highly ****y A******* notions. Beauty for me is incidental to inner worth. The nutritional value of a vegetable colors its fascade beautiful in my eyes, and not vice versa. As for heirloom tomators and anteaters, I see their appeal, and it is rather narrow of you to call them "ugly" without any qualifications. The Elephant Man is a serious and sad case, one I would rather not talk about for personal reasons...but I would not call him legitimate as it is a debilitating disease which nature selects against.
1. The organic produce is wrapped and placed on a rack to draw attention to them as specialty items. Your produce on the discount rack is wrapped to prevent the mold growing on them from spreading to regular priced items.
1. The organic produce is wrapped and placed on a rack to draw attention to them as specialty items. Your produce on the discount rack is wrapped to prevent the mold growing on them from spreading to regular priced items.
1. The organic produce is wrapped and placed on a rack to draw attention to them as specialty items. Your produce on the discount rack is wrapped to prevent the mold growing on them from spreading to regular priced items.
1. The organic produce is wrapped and placed on a rack to draw attention to them as specialty items. Your produce on the discount rack is wrapped to prevent the mold growing on them from spreading to regular priced items.
A mole is a skin cancer, and large irregular ones with gigantic hairs from them indicate possible malignancy. I use "illegitimate" loosely to mean that such growths should not be accepted, but examined, and perhaps dealt with so they do become "legitimate."
A mole is a skin cancer, and large irregular ones with gigantic hairs from them indicate possible malignancy. I use "illegitimate" loosely to mean that such growths should not be accepted, but examined, and perhaps dealt with so they do become "legitimate."
A mole is a skin cancer, and large irregular ones with gigantic hairs from them indicate possible malignancy. I use "illegitimate" loosely to mean that such growths should not be accepted, but examined, and perhaps dealt with so they do become "legitimate."
A mole is a skin cancer, and large irregular ones with gigantic hairs from them indicate possible malignancy. I use "illegitimate" loosely to mean that such growths should not be accepted, but examined, and perhaps dealt with so they do become "legitimate."
Stick to the GM stuff. All non-wild crops are genetically modified, the newer stuff is just modified more intelligently. Just because organic is more expensive doesn't mean it's any better. Organic eggs or meat might have a moral advantage, but do you really think plants care whether they have seeds, or whether the fertilizer that's dumped on them was made in a factory or a horse's large intestine?
Not to be cynical, but couldn't it be that most health food is just a marketing trick to take advantage of people who are willing to pay more for the illusion of health and some higher communion with Mother Nature, when really the product is no better and possibly worse than the stuff the masses eat?
Plus, organic vegetables make me have irregular bowel movements.
Stick to the GM stuff. All non-wild crops are genetically modified, the newer stuff is just modified more intelligently. Just because organic is more expensive doesn't mean it's any better. Organic eggs or meat might have a moral advantage, but do you really think plants care whether they have seeds, or whether the fertilizer that's dumped on them was made in a factory or a horse's large intestine?
Not to be cynical, but couldn't it be that most health food is just a marketing trick to take advantage of people who are willing to pay more for the illusion of health and some higher communion with Mother Nature, when really the product is no better and possibly worse than the stuff the masses eat?
Plus, organic vegetables make me have irregular bowel movements.
Stick to the GM stuff. All non-wild crops are genetically modified, the newer stuff is just modified more intelligently. Just because organic is more expensive doesn't mean it's any better. Organic eggs or meat might have a moral advantage, but do you really think plants care whether they have seeds, or whether the fertilizer that's dumped on them was made in a factory or a horse's large intestine?
Not to be cynical, but couldn't it be that most health food is just a marketing trick to take advantage of people who are willing to pay more for the illusion of health and some higher communion with Mother Nature, when really the product is no better and possibly worse than the stuff the masses eat?
Plus, organic vegetables make me have irregular bowel movements.
Stick to the GM stuff. All non-wild crops are genetically modified, the newer stuff is just modified more intelligently. Just because organic is more expensive doesn't mean it's any better. Organic eggs or meat might have a moral advantage, but do you really think plants care whether they have seeds, or whether the fertilizer that's dumped on them was made in a factory or a horse's large intestine?
Not to be cynical, but couldn't it be that most health food is just a marketing trick to take advantage of people who are willing to pay more for the illusion of health and some higher communion with Mother Nature, when really the product is no better and possibly worse than the stuff the masses eat?
Plus, organic vegetables make me have irregular bowel movements.
2. Nature's legitimate children are sometimes deformed and ugly and it has nothing to do with chemicals. Examples: heirloom tomatoes, anteaters, The Elephant Man.
IN FACT, my friend, chemicals are so popular these days because of the American mentality that if it's ugly, it does not belong in my kitchen. Seriously, compare your average heirloom tomato to the perfectly round, perfectly scarlet GMO tomatoes at the grocery store. The latter taste like shit! And the former...tastes like shit too, but at least it's all-natural, so my point still stands.
3. I peel my sweet potatoes, so your point about the eyes, growths, and desiccated skin is, to quote Rick Springfield, "probably moot."
4. If I spend less money on sweet potatoes, I have more money to spend on makeuhhhh...er...other stuff!
5. You eat mushrooms, which, sad to say, are FUNGI. Therefore, anything you say is immediately suspect. Case closed.
2. Nature's legitimate children are sometimes deformed and ugly and it has nothing to do with chemicals. Examples: heirloom tomatoes, anteaters, The Elephant Man.
IN FACT, my friend, chemicals are so popular these days because of the American mentality that if it's ugly, it does not belong in my kitchen. Seriously, compare your average heirloom tomato to the perfectly round, perfectly scarlet GMO tomatoes at the grocery store. The latter taste like shit! And the former...tastes like shit too, but at least it's all-natural, so my point still stands.
3. I peel my sweet potatoes, so your point about the eyes, growths, and desiccated skin is, to quote Rick Springfield, "probably moot."
4. If I spend less money on sweet potatoes, I have more money to spend on makeuhhhh...er...other stuff!
5. You eat mushrooms, which, sad to say, are FUNGI. Therefore, anything you say is immediately suspect. Case closed.
2. Nature's legitimate children are sometimes deformed and ugly and it has nothing to do with chemicals. Examples: heirloom tomatoes, anteaters, The Elephant Man.
IN FACT, my friend, chemicals are so popular these days because of the American mentality that if it's ugly, it does not belong in my kitchen. Seriously, compare your average heirloom tomato to the perfectly round, perfectly scarlet GMO tomatoes at the grocery store. The latter taste like shit! And the former...tastes like shit too, but at least it's all-natural, so my point still stands.
3. I peel my sweet potatoes, so your point about the eyes, growths, and desiccated skin is, to quote Rick Springfield, "probably moot."
4. If I spend less money on sweet potatoes, I have more money to spend on makeuhhhh...er...other stuff!
5. You eat mushrooms, which, sad to say, are FUNGI. Therefore, anything you say is immediately suspect. Case closed.
2. Nature's legitimate children are sometimes deformed and ugly and it has nothing to do with chemicals. Examples: heirloom tomatoes, anteaters, The Elephant Man.
IN FACT, my friend, chemicals are so popular these days because of the American mentality that if it's ugly, it does not belong in my kitchen. Seriously, compare your average heirloom tomato to the perfectly round, perfectly scarlet GMO tomatoes at the grocery store. The latter taste like shit! And the former...tastes like shit too, but at least it's all-natural, so my point still stands.
3. I peel my sweet potatoes, so your point about the eyes, growths, and desiccated skin is, to quote Rick Springfield, "probably moot."
4. If I spend less money on sweet potatoes, I have more money to spend on makeuhhhh...er...other stuff!
5. You eat mushrooms, which, sad to say, are FUNGI. Therefore, anything you say is immediately suspect. Case closed.
I choose not to dignify with a response Christine's shocking insinuation that women with hairy moles are not nature's legitimate children. However, I will counter her "objective" "picture" with several points:
1. A saran-wrapped vegetable in a carton is not proof in itself that said vegetable is of higher quality. The BARGAIN-RACK vegetables at the Co-Op are saran-wrapped. Also, I had a USDA Organic sticker stuck to my shoe the other day. Doesn't mean it's more appetizing.
I choose not to dignify with a response Christine's shocking insinuation that women with hairy moles are not nature's legitimate children. However, I will counter her "objective" "picture" with several points:
1. A saran-wrapped vegetable in a carton is not proof in itself that said vegetable is of higher quality. The BARGAIN-RACK vegetables at the Co-Op are saran-wrapped. Also, I had a USDA Organic sticker stuck to my shoe the other day. Doesn't mean it's more appetizing.
I choose not to dignify with a response Christine's shocking insinuation that women with hairy moles are not nature's legitimate children. However, I will counter her "objective" "picture" with several points:
1. A saran-wrapped vegetable in a carton is not proof in itself that said vegetable is of higher quality. The BARGAIN-RACK vegetables at the Co-Op are saran-wrapped. Also, I had a USDA Organic sticker stuck to my shoe the other day. Doesn't mean it's more appetizing.
I choose not to dignify with a response Christine's shocking insinuation that women with hairy moles are not nature's legitimate children. However, I will counter her "objective" "picture" with several points:
1. A saran-wrapped vegetable in a carton is not proof in itself that said vegetable is of higher quality. The BARGAIN-RACK vegetables at the Co-Op are saran-wrapped. Also, I had a USDA Organic sticker stuck to my shoe the other day. Doesn't mean it's more appetizing.
Sweet Potato B curves sharply up and down, with divets and creases and corners that do not belong to any of nature's legitimate children. Gashes in the skin reveal a flesh already slightly desiccated and devoid of color. Eyes cover the skin like blemishes, some having growths of several inches hanging from them. Imagine a woman with huge moles all over her face and from them hairs several inches long growing. This is the visage of Danielle's poor sweet potato, four times as big as mine, over twice as inexpensive...but sad, so, so sad. Love comes not in cheap bulk...
Sweet Potato B curves sharply up and down, with divets and creases and corners that do not belong to any of nature's legitimate children. Gashes in the skin reveal a flesh already slightly desiccated and devoid of color. Eyes cover the skin like blemishes, some having growths of several inches hanging from them. Imagine a woman with huge moles all over her face and from them hairs several inches long growing. This is the visage of Danielle's poor sweet potato, four times as big as mine, over twice as inexpensive...but sad, so, so sad. Love comes not in cheap bulk...
Sweet Potato B curves sharply up and down, with divets and creases and corners that do not belong to any of nature's legitimate children. Gashes in the skin reveal a flesh already slightly desiccated and devoid of color. Eyes cover the skin like blemishes, some having growths of several inches hanging from them. Imagine a woman with huge moles all over her face and from them hairs several inches long growing. This is the visage of Danielle's poor sweet potato, four times as big as mine, over twice as inexpensive...but sad, so, so sad. Love comes not in cheap bulk...
Sweet Potato B curves sharply up and down, with divets and creases and corners that do not belong to any of nature's legitimate children. Gashes in the skin reveal a flesh already slightly desiccated and devoid of color. Eyes cover the skin like blemishes, some having growths of several inches hanging from them. Imagine a woman with huge moles all over her face and from them hairs several inches long growing. This is the visage of Danielle's poor sweet potato, four times as big as mine, over twice as inexpensive...but sad, so, so sad. Love comes not in cheap bulk...
While I will not make a judgment on Danielle's, um, standards for what she puts in her mouth...I will paint a rather objective picture. Sweet Potato A is in a carton wrapped in saran, with a USDA Organic sticker on it. There are no bruises, no open flesh, the skin is a beautiful deep brown orange, its shape is smooth and its curves gentle and gradual. It looks clean and fresh, as if only a couple of days ago some wise farmer had lovingly pulled this wonderful root from the ground, and with the sleeve of his own shirt dusted gently its skin to free it from dirt.
While I will not make a judgment on Danielle's, um, standards for what she puts in her mouth...I will paint a rather objective picture. Sweet Potato A is in a carton wrapped in saran, with a USDA Organic sticker on it. There are no bruises, no open flesh, the skin is a beautiful deep brown orange, its shape is smooth and its curves gentle and gradual. It looks clean and fresh, as if only a couple of days ago some wise farmer had lovingly pulled this wonderful root from the ground, and with the sleeve of his own shirt dusted gently its skin to free it from dirt.
While I will not make a judgment on Danielle's, um, standards for what she puts in her mouth...I will paint a rather objective picture. Sweet Potato A is in a carton wrapped in saran, with a USDA Organic sticker on it. There are no bruises, no open flesh, the skin is a beautiful deep brown orange, its shape is smooth and its curves gentle and gradual. It looks clean and fresh, as if only a couple of days ago some wise farmer had lovingly pulled this wonderful root from the ground, and with the sleeve of his own shirt dusted gently its skin to free it from dirt.
While I will not make a judgment on Danielle's, um, standards for what she puts in her mouth...I will paint a rather objective picture. Sweet Potato A is in a carton wrapped in saran, with a USDA Organic sticker on it. There are no bruises, no open flesh, the skin is a beautiful deep brown orange, its shape is smooth and its curves gentle and gradual. It looks clean and fresh, as if only a couple of days ago some wise farmer had lovingly pulled this wonderful root from the ground, and with the sleeve of his own shirt dusted gently its skin to free it from dirt.
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