Nothing can kill my love for potatoes. Not even if you told me they grew from the tiny mashed up brains of a rare flying cockroach and were fertilized with dead baby rabbits and prison sewage.
Potatoes are almost as high on my list as cheese and bacon and without them I would surely die.
Those potatos are realy good. Aren't they Peruvian something or another? They're good in place of refried beans in latin cooking. With-like... roast pork or chicken.
sillyokio
Fort Worth, TX
January 2005
NOV 18, 2008 10:22 PM