Potatos

The word (or words, rather) for potato in French is (are) "Pomme de Terre". It means, literally, apple of the earth and I feel this is the best way to describe them. Nothing could be more organic than une pomme de terre. No matter which way you cook them they are like eating something Mother Nature herself handed to you. All my mother ate while she was pregnant with me were carbohydrates so I am particularly inclined to bread, rice and potatoes. It seems I was born to be a peasant or a vagabond but if you can be happy on something I ask you, why deny yourself? What have you done so wrong that you don't deserve simple happinesses? A potato is just that; a simple happiness, a small accomplishment, an exemplary vegetable carved and forged by the earthen G-ds. In the Princess Academy, a glorious story by Shannon Hale, Britta describes a childhood game in which she would pretend to be very poor and she would dig up vegetables from the garden and eat them as fast as she could before they were ready as if she were starving, her hands covered in dirt. In Austenland, another book by the fantastic Shannon Hale, Jane describes the relief of the deep, cold, mineral taste or well water. Her elaborate way of describing every little detail in a deeply human and relatable way with endless metaphors and similes make it so that I can almost taste what she's talking about. These little wonders of nature dazzle me every time.