The Potato Woman

I was eating at a small restaurant when a woman came in and asked about the potatoes. She said, "I only eat potatoes. Boiled, roasted, grilled, steamed. Diced, sliced, chunked, mashed. Peeled, unpeeled. Plain or seasoned. With butter and herbs. I love potatoes; their scent as they simmer in the pot, their ascetic, somewhat mysterious nature. Even the word 'potato' tastes good in my mouth. Earthy, not earthy. Potato. I love them!"

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