
Originally Posted by
the ironic chef
i grew up on a farm and one of the things we grew was potatoes. Back then we didn't have fancy machinery to harvest our potato crop with. We had a machine with an end that dug into the ground that ran the dirt, clumps and whatever else was in the ground over a conveyor and then dropped everything behind it. My job was to then dig through the loosened soil and by hand, dig the potatoes out of it and put them into bushel baskets.
There was nothing like digging through the soil clumps and grabbing a rotting, oooozing slime foul smelling potato. It scarred me for life and i should have had therapy because of it. To this day, i can and love to eat any type of potato except for a baked potato. I never got over the images, smell or the feel of the slime oozing through my fingers.
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