Something from my childhood is coming to me now as I think about all the potatoes in my life, and that is the fact that I think I either learned, heard, or saw that you can conduct electricty with potatoes. Not sure why I am thinking this, I just have an image of a potatoe with wires going into it in my mind right now.
The potato shack, as I will call it here, seemed to have caught fire sometime recently in the mean streets of old town. I saw the burned out little area where millions and millions of potatoe products, mostly pommes have been boiled in fat and sold. I wonder if the potatoe place will make a valliant return after they fix that place. I wrote a note to the city office suggesting they erect some kind of a potatoe monument there. I was thinking a silverback gorilla sized male potato cast in copper. Of course, this would ideally be outside on the walking zone so the possibility remains for another potatoe product selling place to get in there, just like a hermit crab switching shells.
Well the blog turned from sweet water to potatoes, but that is really no surprise now is it? Also, yesterday or the day before I saw dog poo with corn. First I thought, "weird that someone is feeding their dog corn". My second thought was that I guess that makes at least 2 mammals that are not seemingly digesting/breaking down full corn kernels. Now, I am not sure what other pets Indians(native Americans) had besides dogs, but I actually only imagine it was them and their dogs. Oh yeah horses, but maybe horses were just for the plains indians. The point is, how in the crud did learning how to grow corn from the indians save the lives of the famous pilgrims of American folklore? It certainly doesn't seem to be providing any nutrients to the body. Probably we will never know what happened, but at least Thanksgiving came out of it and they made other dishes besides corn on the cob on that fateful day. Turkey, yummy.
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