Small Potato Novels & Stories

he said with a grin, “I didn’t realize I had a beauty in my house. Today’s gonna be a good day.” I chuckled, walking closer and giving him a light smack on the arm. “Stop.” He dropped the onions into the pot and turned on the gas. “What do you think I’m making?” I scanned the counter. Beans. Sliced potatoes. Blended pepper. “Potato porridge?” “Close,” he grinned. “Sweet potato and beans porridge with tofu.” My face lit up. “You’re seriously making that?” “Yes, ma’am,” he said, deepening his voice dramatically.

"Uncle Eva!" The little girl's scream behind me made me turn around spontaneously. Soraya ran towards me while waving something in her hand. I caught her little body and carried her easily. She was so small and light. "Hi, what's that in your hand?" I asked while poking the tip of her sharp nose. "It's a potato," Soraya said while opening her fist. "Look. Uncle Lindon said that this potato was scattered from its mother. It was impatient and climbed up, so in the end it couldn't grow properly."

She nodded cheerfully and packed the apples into a small paper bag, which I placed inside my basket carefully. As I continued walking, another trader called out. “Fresh Irish potatoes, just for you. Come and buy for your dinner!” I turned toward her stall. Indeed the potatoes looked fresh. The potatoes had very smooth and clean skin. so I went ahead to get some. “How much for a bunch?” I asked. “Just five cents, my dear,” she replied with a big smile. “Five cents? That’s quite cheap,” I said, surprised. Without wasting a second, I pulled out the money from my pocket and gave it to her. Then she thanked me and neatly wrapped potatoes for me.

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”

"What did you make?" Placing his hand on the middle of my back, he guides me to one of the chairs, pulling it out so I can sit. "Potato and mushroom Stroganoff." Inhaling the steam drifting off the food, I let out a gentle moan. "It smells amazing." Plucking up a fork, I stab one of the circular potatoes. It's clear he's made this dish before. The potato is thin enough that I can hold it to the light and see through its transparent surface. When I pop it into my mouth, chewing experimentally, a rush of flavor coats my tongue. It's mild but delicious; saltiness enhances the gentleness of the potatoes without overwhelming them. "Oh my God," I manage, before scooping up a bigger mouthful, wanti

The potatoes come in on a Thursday. This is, by a considerable margin, the most ordinary thing that has happened to Maya in two lifetimes. No alarms. No committee. No engineered wolves collapsing in the dirt. Just potatoes. Small, muddy, aggressively unimpressive potatoes. Maya stands on the roof in the early light and looks at them for a long time because she once promised herself she would. At the time, a year when the most dangerous item on the list is whether the potatoes come in seemed like fantasy. Now the potatoes have come in and, judging by their size, have done so reluctantly.

“Here, try this! I can vouch for how tasty this will be. I bought the potatoes myself, you know, from the market. The merchant told me he farmed these himself, and it’s totally organic. It’s very good for your health!” Damon forced himself to scoop a visible ball out of the deposited mush with a spoon. He demurred for a moment too long before his lips parted ways for the incoming—

"You really look unwell, Amanda." Gabriella said as she put down a bowl of Kartoffelsuppe. The popular soup comes from Germany. This soup has potatoes as the main ingredient, and is then topped with onions, celery butter, and milk. I took a sip of the gravy, and then nodded at Gabriella because it was so delicious. "I'm exhausted." I answered. "You worked really hard." Gabriella sat next to me, and took a sip of her mineral water.

My stomach was begging me to eat something but I wasn't going to eat before I knew what it was. Shea, Tia and Briva looked at us with wide eyes and Shea looked ready to murder someone. "It's potato. From the Envy realm." Ren explained and that made me brighten my mood. Potatoes. Comfort food. It's not fries, but it would do for now. Without a second thought, I put the potato in my mouth and chewed slowly. Yup. Potato. And a yummy one as well. I nodded with appreciation and ate three more spoons while small chit chat was going on around me. I decided to leave the other food on their respective plates and decided tomorrow would be another day for adventurous eating.

I sighed "I’m no longer hungry." "I know but please let me cook something for you, even if it’s just an omelet." "I’m not really into omelets." "Then I will make potato balls." He suggested "Potato balls?" I questioned "Yeah, potatoes are good for the health, the skin too." "Potato balls" I cleared "Yeah, that’s not a good idea." He chuckled I smiled turning to leave but before I could he clutched my hand, his touch gave me a 'shock' which made me instantly draw my hand away from his.