The Potatoes Are Rotten

So here comes another Friday, which certainly, is the most highly awaited day of every week. Meal planning has always been the most exciting part of my Fridays. Meals, especially dinner, has to be special and interesting. Last Friday, I brainstormed half the afternoon and enlisted names of food that we had been badly longing for but haven’t cooked or eaten in longer-than-recent past. The names faced a tough competition and shepherd’s pie was crowned winner. An enthusiastic and excited me jumped on to the next episode of gathering all ingredients. 
Oh no! The potatoes!
The starchy, tasty, popular yet humble potatoes had rotten. Huh! what would I do without this food crop.
 Is it just that we would be longing for a hearty shepherd’s pie over a longer time period now? “Oh no, there is no way I could sulk over this any longer,” I said to myself. To overcome the blues of not being able to cook and eat who was crowned, I glanced through the list. All I knew then, was a mirror there would have better narrated the noticeably lugubrious visage on my face. And since there wasn’t one (mirror), I was only left to realize how the absence of potato could temporarily make your life a desperate impasse. And having said that, it is important to justify with the list I made that afternoon.
Alas! none of the above was possible. The condition of potatoes were most likely due to spurt of humid weather conditions and I am to blame for not checking on them earlier during the week.The humidity also led to downpours almost the entire last week but a day or two. Unfortunately Friday had seen the week’s highest downpour all day long with indeed very wet areas and rushing to the nearest grocery was impossible.
Going by the saying, “there is always a first time for everything,” I finally made truce with myself for overlooking the condition of potatoes. But simultaneously promised myself,”this is also the last time for any such mistake.” After all, I don’t want to be held guilty for depriving myself or my spouse from indulging in guilty pleasure on Fridays. Or should I say, our Fridays are meant for, “Hello Calories and Hello Taste” and any such indulgence is impossible without these tubers food storing bodies in our pantry. Since we all know potato as one of the leaders in carb and starch marathon, almost all of us mentally advocate it’s limited consumption in today’s date. But it’s no show in the kitchen means:
 None from my list above
 No Fries,Wedges and Chips
 No Hash Browns
 No Mash
 No Roasts
 No Scallops and innumerable etceteras
Oh! can I really hang in with all that?




11 thoughts on “The Potatoes Are Rotten

  1. What a fun post! Thanks for the recent like for one of my post. I am rather behind on reading blogs that I follow but am trying to do better. Glad I did not miss this one. I love potatoes…

    • Off course I loved the post on the strikingly beautiful ornamental plant. And thank you for such a generous comment on my recent post. I appreciate your time and also came to learn about our mutual liking for potatoes 🙂


  2. Shepherd’s Pie! It’s 6 p.m. and supper is in the oven. Oh how I wish it was Shepherd’s Pie. Monday night was ALWAYS Shephed’s Pie night when we were growing up, and it was my favorite meal. Sunday dinner was always roast beef, and the left over roast beef was ground with onions the next day. It was topped with a generous lashings of potatoes whipped with milk and butter. It was then baked in the oven of our wood stove. You brought back a wonderful chldhood memory. Cheers Virginia

    • Childhood memories are to be cherished forever. Roast beef wow!! You just reminded me that I should have some soon, been a while since I got the time to roast some, craving for some slow roasted beef with carrots. Will let you know when I have it. Thanks again for stopping by 🙂


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