Friday, December 17, 2010
Growing up on a farm, potatoes were a staple. They were served with almost every meal and they were good. Everyone liked them. Julie grew up pretty much the same way. What's not to love - mashed, baked, boiled, roasted, fried, barbecued - the possibilities are endless. I guess we just assumed that when we had kids, they would like potatoes. Wrong. With Jorja, it doesn't matter how they are done, she has never liked them. Ginny has turned out to like the deep-fried variety (naturally) as well as the occasional hash brown. The jury is still out on CeCe. This is a fairly long preamble, but it is leading somewhere. We had the kids at the new sitter two days this week. After the second day, we asked them what they had for lunch. They replied that they had potatoes. A look of shock and awe crossed our faces. "What kind of potatoes?" we asked. Ginny said, "White ones." That narrows it down anyway. "Did you like them?" Both girls said that yes, they did like them. Again, shock and awe. This was going to require a little more digging. Julie called and asked what kind of miracle potato was served that the girls ate. It turns out they were No-Name frozen hash browns done up with some dill and seasoning salt. I guess Jorja looked at her plate and said that she didn't like potatoes. The sitter said that she should at least try them, so she did. Her response: "I like these. They're better than the potatoes my Mom makes." I guess that's what we get for trying the unprocessed variety of the food. Later.