by Andrew Henderson
I did it. I have crossed over to the dark side. I’m ashamed of who I am now. I have become what I used to despise. I am not myself anymore.
After many years of putting up a fight, I have finally been struck down. Sigh…
I am now an eater of vegetables. And after standing my ground for so many years, I have no say in the matter. Apparently, my wife wants me to be around for a long, long time.
Yes, I now eat vegetables. It still sounds funny to me as I say that.
For most of my life, the only vegetables you would find on my plate was of the potato kind: mashed, fried, and baked.
My motto is (or was): the bigger the potato, the better. In fact, I twice visited Belfast in Northern Ireland — just for their potatoes. Okay, that may not be the real reason why I visited there, but there’s no potato better than an Irish potato, or Northern Irish potato, in the case.
I remember the first time when I saw these gigantic beasts. They were huge! You can have your black gold or your liquid gold. I will stick to starch gold — potatoes the size of Andre the Giant’s fist!
I still remember that first night in Belfast when the waitress asked if I wanted chips (french fries), a baked potato, or potato wedges with my meal.
My response? “Yes!”
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I will still be eating potatoes, but now they will be accompanied by “The Others.” That’s what I call them. “The Others.”
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