
I eat to live; I don’t live to eat. Doing that, it’s unclear if I’m following
Socrates or
Moliere, but anyway that’s what I do. Nonetheless there’s a couple of foods that do stir my salivary glands: bread, as I told you
yesterday, and potatoes. So I’m thrilled the United Nations has declared 2008 the
International Year of the Potato. Potatoes are an
important food globally, so they deserve
celebrating and commemorating. Me? I love them any which way: boiled, mashed, chipped, roasted, peeled, jacketed, or however. And I have no preference for any particular
potato variety. Last year a politician – perhaps even
Dick Adams – sent me a card listing the best way to cook each potato variety. I don’t care, so I lost it. Okay,
Sigmund? I do know that because McDonalds chips are long, they only use
Russet Burbanks. But it takes a longer time to grow a longer potato; so where long potatoes are grown – e.g.
Canada and
Tasmania – there’s insufficient time to plant a nitrogen-fixing winter crop such as winter rye, so the bare ground means too much nitrate in ground water runoff. The answer? Shorter chips. But it won’t happen, because longer chips fill the containers more efficiently, and they’re easier to eat one-handed when the other’s on the steering wheel.
Eat your hearts out Socrates and Moliere.
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