When I harvested my blue potatoes last fall, I dug through the earth and pulled them all out one at a time. I let them dry in the garage for a couple weeks and then I moved them, one by one, to a bag and set it downstairs to stay cool. On the day before Thanksgiving I dumped them all in the sink to be washed and scrubbed with a brush. I kept about a pound because I thought I had too many and moved those, one by one, back into the bag and back downstairs. On Monday I brought the bag up and one by one, scrubbed them again and put them in a kettle to boil. Then I moved them, one by one, onto a cookie sheet where I could drizzle olive oil over them and bake them into what I call "Smashed Potatoes." I enjoy serving home grown, home cooked food to my family. As I was smashing the potatoes on the cookie sheet, one of the potatoes would not smash. And just as my daughter-in-law came up to my side I said in awe and disgust, "This is a rock!" It was a rock. It was a hot rock because it had just been boiled. I had washed and handled and boiled a rock! This rock was the same size, color and shape of all the other blue potatoes. How could I have mistaken this rock for a potato? I handled all those potatoes many times and never noticed this one was a rock? I had eight opportunities to notice the difference between a rock and a potato and I missed them all. I am grateful that I have the kind of daughter-in-law who thinks boiling a rock is funny and not disgusting.
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