Potatoes

It's early evening. You're sitting in your room on tumblr, scrolling through the potato hashtag. Originally, you were just bored. No one was posting anything about your OTP. But as you keep scrolling, you realise you're falling more and more in love with potatoes. They just look so beautiful and they can be used for so many things.

Because your mind was consumed with thoughts about potatoes, you didn't hear your mum arrive home from the shops. She asks you to come out and help her unpack so that dinner will be ready on time. As you lift open the boot of the car, you see a large bag of potatoes. You grab them as fast as you can and lug them to your room, where you hide them under the bed.

You finish unpacking the shopping as quickly as possible and run back to your room so that you can spend time with the potatoes before they have to meet their demise so that your family can be fed- not that you don't like eating potatoes, they are your favourite food. You carefully open the bag, stick your hand in and pull out the first potato that you touch. It's a little bit rough and it has a few eyes on it but you think it's still beautiful. You empty the bag on your bed and bask in the amazingness of these beautiful potatoes. You come to the realisation that you probably have more potatoes than friends at this moment.

You can hear your mum frantically searching for the potatoes so that she can make dinner. You say a tearful goodbye and carefully place them back into the bag. You take them out to your mum, making up some lie about how you wanted to make sure none of them were green. She gives you a bit of a weird look but says no more.

Now, every time someone in your house buys potatoes, you are given the honour of "inspecting" them; and nothing could make you happier.

A/N: Yeah, I dunno. I got bored. If you somehow enjoyed this and want me to write one about a different food, I would be glad for a reason to procrastinate.