This wasn’t the first guy I saw looking back at me from my cutting board, but it’s the first in a while.
And yes, I did go ahead and cook him/it.
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It’s those eyes.They keep following me.
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Jim – LOL. They are a bit creepy aren’t they? Or maybe soul-ful.
He’s looking up, thinking — I wonder if she eats potatoes.
WONDERFUL face.
Worth a million (!) others. (See my other post).
Barbara – It is sort of pensive, isn’t it? But not for long . . . It fell to the peeler.
oh the humanity!
IKR? Life is hard, even for a potato.
How COULD you eat him! He would have got wrinkly as he got older.
Judith – I know! I felt bad, but only when I thought about it. (It’s a bit like that Johnny Carson show with the woman who had a potato-chip collection and he gets Ed to distract her and pretends to eat one . . .)