I’m trying to imagine what variety of potato this might have been, although the obvious one is a fingerling
What, no one’s blamed the potato-eaters of the IRA yet?
See … this is why you should always keep a corkscrew handy … .
I’m thinking how much funnier it would’ve been if he actually was telling the truth. I’m picturing this guy hanging curtains, nude, in full view of anyone passing by . . . then falling onto the table at exactly the right angle . . . onto a potato that was in exactly the right place, at exactly the right angle.
And a voice from on-high, pronouncing, “This spud’s for you.”
You gotta start with the fingerling, and work your way up to the baker.
Bravo, kind sir.