One potato, two potato, three potato EAT.
We need to talk about something that occurred in America in Kansas in my neighborhood on my street in my house in my kitchen in my slow cooker but only a short time ago.
I needed to run errands. Christmas errands. The kinds involving wrapping paper, pretty bows, scotch tape and a bottle of vodka. Oh you hear me.
But see, I wanted potatoes when I got back. But not like blah baked potatoes. I wanted... Read More ›
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