Mystery Potatoes

For some reason, when I was very young, boiled potatoes (unseasoned, if I remember correctly) featured heavily in my diet.

I wasn’t very fond of boiled potatoes—or at least the sheer volume and regularity of them—so I would (increasingly) hide the ones that I didn’t want to eat around the house.

Occasionally, one of my parents would find such rogue potatoes—behind the bath caddy, a bedroom curtain, or occasionally on the flat roof below the bedroom window.

Mystery potatoes.

When I got older, I learned that boiled potatoes are much better with an ungodly amount of butter (which happens to be the same ingredient that makes everything delicious).