Our island has a hole cut out leading to the trash, which I wasn't too keen on at first, but now I think it's just the best thing. So I can stand and peel directly into the trash and put the peeled potatoes in the small prep sink just to the left of it to rinse. Listen to me...I sound like I cook or something with the "prep sink" and all. I love nesting but I'm not consistently fabulous about feeding the otherwise dearly loved and taken care of birds that live with me.
I peeled and cut up 6 potatoes in the time it took him to get to the heart of this 1 little spud. Notice the peeling trail ended up stretching far from where it began, but tada! Success.
My mother's potato soup (a food that to me is home, comfort, childhood, youth and the first I think of to make on a rainy, icky day like today) is simple, just peeled potatoes, in this case Yukon Golds, 2% milk, butter, salt and pepper. I can't resist crunching on the raw potatoes as I cut them. I don't know if I'm the only person who likes raw potatoes? No, I know there are at least two of us because Macauley likes them, too.
I also wonder if I'm the only spineless mom who lets my child talk me into all sorts of miscellaneous foods, snacks, bath products and more when we grocery shop? Macauley has for a while now been asking for, of all things, to buy a pineapple (the residence of a certain Sponge) and tonight I just said, "Throw it in." Throw it in with the camaflogue swim trunks, the Spongebob pajamas, the Love the Earth tshirt, the half-gallon jug of Berry Blue bubble bath, the Crayola bathwater coloring tabs and the two bottles of Suave Kids 2-in-1 shampoo (we needed a bottle for upstairs and one for down).