Let’s talk too much about potatoes

Potatoes are my love language. Weird? Maybe, but it’s the truth. I seriously love potatoes, any kind. On our honeymoon I ate potatoes twice a day for the entire week. An exaggeration you think? Well I’ve got news for you, it isn’t. Whether it was mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, french fries, or those small potatoes with delicious seasoning, I had some for lunch and a different kind for dinner. Every day. For 7 days. And when I left, I wasn’t sick of potatoes what-so-ever, as a matter of fact, it just made me love them even more and I felt sad knowing that I could no longer eat them twice a day. Because if I had it my way I could live off of potatoes and cereal. And maybe watermelon. And no that’s not a weird combination. All this to say, the husband knows that if he wants to make his wife excited he just needs to make potatoes. And that’s what he did. Tonight I came home from work to him making mashed potatoes. And I swooned. And when he turned off the beater I dove for that bowl with a spatula like I was scrapping off frosting. Because trust me, potatoes are just as good.

These pictures have nothing to do with potatoes but I had to add them because a blog post about potatoes without any pictures is just awkward.

My sexy potato maker

The husband and I doing a canopy zip line tour in Costa Rica

And that’s all I have for you tonight. Go eat some potatoes.

2 thoughts on “Let’s talk too much about potatoes

  1. Alex says:

    Haha! Oh potatoes were made directly in heaven! Baked, mashed, scalloped, fried- I’d eat them for every meal if my waistline would allow!

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