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Holy potato

When I was little, we used to eat potatoes everyday.

Potatoes in the kindergarten, at home, on holidays, at every shared mess-hall. The easiest plant to preserve over the winter. Its rivals—too season-dependent, absent from shops for most of the year.

The potato — top exec of the menu, waiting at the bottom of the basement, ready to become a sacrificial mash in the holy trinity of every meal: meat-greens-potato.

Perhaps one day I’ll write a book, life through the eyes of potatoes.

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