12 July 2001
I just realised, with my impending stay at Pixie's that I haven't had boiled potatoes in over six months. Not a single boiled potato. I've had baked, chipped, fried, mashed, and the roasted ones Del* does where she coats them in the juices from the cooked meat and lightly salts them when they're still soft and absorbant to make the crunchy flavour burst out...
But no boiled.
Pixie's mother loves boiled potatoes and I don't want to appear ungrateful for their hospitality or rude... but I was put off squishy flakey water-flavored white blobs the last time I stayed there, pretty much for good. Dear Abby, please suggest a way I can avoid insulting my hosts and yet avoid eating boiled potatoes... please, please, pleasepleaseplease.
*Del is a housemate from more countries than I hail from. She is quite, quite excentric but refuses to let you be depressed in her presence and will do everything in her power to cheer you up. A good friend to have.
Duuuuh.
Put them in the bin when no one's looking like any other sensible person would.
Oh and for the love of multitudinous deities, will you stop bloody well calling me pixie!
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