Today was the day to harvest my crop, of potatoes that is. Last spring, a bag of potatoes started to go soft on my counter, so I tossed them out the kitchen window, and later buried them alongside the house. A few plants grew and when the tops withered, I found my harvest of potatoes. A scant handful, but edible. As I walked around the house, I decided to rinse them off before bringing them into the house. But the largest slipped out of my hand and sank to the bottom of the pool. What was I to do but leave it there.
Cut to afternoon--when the swimmers arrived. The youngest, peering into the pool yelled,"Potato!" Coincidentally enough, one of his favorite expressions is "Potatoes" so his mother said "Oh, it's just a leaf." But no, inexplicably to all at poolside, it was an actual potato. A homegrown perfect potato, and very clean.
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