Small Potato Novels & Stories

The plaza has a vibe that reminded me of home. "You like nato, right? Let's buy them!" Nato is like a potato but its color is the same as a beetroot. For the past few days, Tori has been eating boiled nato. I thought of giving him something like french fries or hash browns out of nato, I think he'll enjoy his favorite food like that… or maybe not but I still want to give it a try. I want to learn how to cook their dishes here and the good thing is that there is a cookbook back in the bungalow.

Sol Ming seeing the numbers of chickens on her sight, she was more delighted. When she was walking around the stupid Cukkoos, she caught something from her eyes. Most likely stepping on something. She looked down on the dirt, but the thing beneath her barefoot is what really caught all her interest. Quickly putting down the basket on her side, she did not bother the others inquiring gazes. Both her hands started on digging the soil without caring of the dirt or possible worms. Taking out a piece of hard-shaped sweet potato from her hands. It is really a sweet potato!

Suddenly , the person selling veggies gave me a big shopper of veggies saying (are you nuts.last week my mom bought these potatoes 50 rupees per kg and today you are saying 100 rupees per kg . I am also stubborn. I will buy these potatoes by 50 rupee per kg . What do you think of yourself? . I know you changed the rates after seeing such an innocent, cute , doll like girl , i know i am a beautiful. You don't be over smart. I will not leave you . I will scratch your face...........)

"I’m not a fan of surprises." He didn't apologize. He just walked toward our little camp. "I found wild tubers. And these." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, green-yellow fruit. "They’re edible. Bitter, but they have moisture." I looked at the haul. The "dirt balls" were actually some kind of wild potato. My stomach let out a loud, pathetic growl. "We need a fire," he said. "The tubers need to be cooked to break down the starch. I found some dry heartwood deeper in. It should catch."

Or maybe because she was tired of fighting battles she couldn't win. "The potatoes need to be peeled," she said finally. "Twenty pounds. And the dining room needs to be set. Fifty place settings tonight.....the Alpha is hosting visiting pack leaders Just great. More work to do and more people to avoid. I began working, losing myself in the familiar kitchen labor. Peeling potatoes was meditative, repetitive, and soothing to me. The knife moved in steady strokes, brown skin curling away to reveal pale flesh beneath. My hands knew this work by memory. My body knew it too. I could do it without thinking, leaving my mind free to wander.

There I found three golden Yukon potatoes. “Chop them up and cook them,” Bandit told me. “Good idea.” He fell to the back of my mind and I got to work on breakfast. As I cooked, I heard movement on the stairs and looked up to see Sloan walking down half asleep. Her hair was a mess and her oversized blue T-shirt was hanging off her shoulder. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were hard. Her frame was small and delicate, but her breast size was noticeable. I honestly wanted to abandon cooking to kiss and touch her. I was already craving, wanting to be close to her and share in the pleasure that our bond would produce. I took a breath to calm myself and kept working on br

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.

"Alright then. How about we finish this together?" "Sure." I smiled. An hour later, hot potato porridge was served for breakfast. It smelled divine and spicy. I was proud of our creation. Peter appeared with their eight-year-old daughter, Christie, at the table, and we started to eat. She looked exactly like her mother, and what was interesting was that she had her father's messy dark chocolate hair. Christie wiggled in her chair, her voice bright. "I like calling them fairy potatoes. Mama says I'm silly."

What's more, this girl was a real foodie, so she endured her cravings for a whole night and came early to Qin Haodong's house. Looking at the lovely little girl, Qin Haodong threw her a bag of potato chips. "You eat this first. I'm going to cook now." "What is this? It must be delicious!" Although she didn't know what it was, the Little Witch still excitedly opened the bag. She took out a piece of potato chip and put it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, the wonderful taste quickly flooded her taste buds. Potato chips seemed to be a snack meant specially for girls. On earth where people had access to all kinds of delicious food, potato chips were also one of the staple snacks for many

Luca's eyes widened a bit. “Right?” I said while waiting for his response. And Luca nodded. “Yes, this is very similar to sweet potatoes.” “What is sweet potato? This is not a potato.” Adam said. Among the three of us, he was the one who looked confused. "Wait, don't you have sweet potatoes in your Realm?" I asked him and Adam shook his head. "I don't know, since I don’t like eating plants, but if I have to I can eat some." Ah, I forgot it again that he's a vampire. I nodded and smiled awkwardly at him, but my attention was quickly diverted when Luca found a stick and stabbed the pink fruit with it. He placed it gently near the fire.