Whereupon the neighbors think they hear cries of passion, but really hear me eating breakfast

Oh, delicious potatoes, you make me want to bathe in a vat of you. What pleasure you brought me this morning! Mmmmm!

You look so pedestrian, so unassuming. But it turns out that you…well, I don’t even have the words. Mmmmm!

You were particularly magnificent as a Potato Sage and Onion Cake. The way you blended with the onions, the swiss and the sage. I think you should make a movie.

How else can I have you? What does our future hold?

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