Sunday, August 30, 2009
"Don't dig me up!" said one of my potatoes today. "Just walk away, leave me in the dirt. Ain't nothin' goin' on here. Just chillin' with me mates, and the others in the root clan. You know, carrots, beets, onions."
Well, potatoes are down-to-earth and usually pretty well grounded. But the guy above looked suspicious to me, and he was arming the earthworms with little blunderbusses. So I dug him up and made hash browns out of him. And ate him.
Most tubers as you know get light headed when you dig them up. "Hey, look at me I'm a French Fry, I feel so thin and by the way, where's my skin?" Others just hum, "Mash me, mush me, butter me up."
I do know two tater tots however, who are on the cutting edge of coolness. These two young potentates more or less rule the western hemisphere. Not only are they brilliant, they are cute and seriously well read. Check out their review of Ben's and my newest book, The Boy Who Went Ape. Three cheers for the Talking Potatoes!