Potatoes

I woke up this morning thinking about potatoes. I don't think I dreamed about food. It could be because I need to make a trip to the grocery store since I have only almond milk, greek yogurt, half a tomato, miracle noodles (which I have yet to try), plums from a corworker, and about 1/4 lb of cheese. Since I ran out of cat food today it will be time to visit the store. But back to potatoes. Unlike like Oprah, I can't say I haven't met a potato I did not like. Not all potatoes are created equal to me. I started thinking about my favorite 'potatoes'. My brother's skin-on mashed potatoes we have him make every holiday or dinner gathering(personally I would be happy if he made them for Christmas breakfast as well). My grandmother's potato salad and Sunday lunch with the family gathering after my grandfather's sermon at church, all the kids running around, Lolly their dog, the rolling hills of West Virginia, cousins I only saw once a year since we lived in Philadelphia(thank goodness for Facebook as we are, for the most part, connected again). The first time I was introduced to a potato being an actual meal was the Baked Potato Supreme at the Nine of Cups (a restaurant that has been closed for several decades). The Rubicon's Chicken Baked Potato, is probably the fluffiest potato I have ever eaten. It is so fluffy you would think they remove the potato, whip it up and put it back in the skin. Latkes my friend Maureen used to make during Hanukah (I still cannot make them the way she did, crunchy on the outside, fluffy on the inside). Well, lunch is not too far away. Anyone up for a potato?