Tag: potatoes

I love potatoes, for they can see, their tiny eyes are sweet to taste! Their peelings never go to waste, breakfast time, a lust begins, a cut potato is not a sin, salt and peppered I toss them in,  a preheated pan awaits with grin, sizzle! pop! noises zen…senses arouse a desire within; fifteen minutes insures their done, toasted garlic creates bonjour,

observed potatoes visions crisp, potatoes eyes, the perfect twist.