Yeah, I grew that potato.
I cut it up.
I cut it up more.
And I cooked it in butter, with just a dash of pepper and some Mediterranean seasoning mix.
Obviously the butter was the only way to go.
The moment of truth.
It was everything I could hope for…in a potato. I know, this isn’t a foodie blog, but man, I grew that.
And I really did see an elephant of the freeway.
I don’t just make this stuff up. Well, not all of it. I hope he was going to a good home.
And a picture of one of our three dogs, who just turned 12-years-old.