All my red potatoes have sprouted down in the basement, even though i covered them with a towel to keep them in the dark.
Planting season is 3 months away, so i won't keep them for seed potatoes--although that idea is quite enticing.
Instead, i'm cutting off the sprouts and grating up those wrinkled red skins to make hash brown potatoes. Yes, the skins are wrinkled. They look old. The potatoes are not pretty, but they still are a vegetable contributing to my well-being.
We get old and wrinkled too. We sprout hairs in unexpected places. We sprout brown spots in unwanted places. But we are still good for something.
An old person eating old potatoes. Why not?
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