Begging for Potatos

poor heather had to wander the neighborhood searching for tubers this afternoon. in all my grand organization i started to make hash and realized i only had 2 potatos left in the cabinet.

while 2 lowly roots is more than enough for grace and i, i am now in the position of cooking for a man. a man i might add, who eats like a trash compactor (his words not mine). honestly, the only time i have left overs is when it wasn't something he really cared for to begin with.

so i did find some potatos across the street and i was able to finish up dinner. my family is all fed and full and ready to veg out in front of the boob tube.