Well, I'd better introduce myself.
I supposed you should just call me Sheeba, Queen of Taters. It will keep things simple.
I see this is a nice and shady forest.
Everyone looks so friendly. (I don’t get to the forest much. I prefer a drier climate and my nails chip easily. )
Excuse me while I brush the dirt off-When the Mominator called on me, I was in the middle of my mud treatment.
Potatoes are dirty?
What?
Like you’ve never had a mud facial?
Potatoes are lumpy?
Honey, one word: Cellulite-it doesn’t discriminate
There she was, The Mominator, pouring her heart out to me and bemoaning the sad state of Idaho’s economy.
Well! Let me tell you I had the answer for her faster that a potato sprouts in a refrigerator!
I told her I was in the position to help; I am The Queen.
And I know potatoes.
So help stimulate Idaho’s economy, and to soothe the poor Mominator's ills (and she is ill, it's so sad), I am taking time out of my busy queenly schedule to share some interesting facts about my subjects and a recipe or two.
I will be dropping by from time to time.
I look forward to meeting you all.
And remember:
"Without the potato, the balance of European power might never have tilted north."
--Michael Pollan
Until next week, my little skin crisps...