Hunger. It greeted the man at dawn, and laid down with him at dusk. Sometimes, its gnawing woke him up at night. There’s only the hunger, the dead, and a terrible solution.

But for real, microwaved potatoes with whatever my CSA hooks me up with. I’m vegetarian for economic reasons, most of the time anyway.

I put them out of the way and then forget all about them, this way they are still around decades later.