Small Potato Novels & Stories

I only took a small amount at first, maybe I'll come back later. I took a seat at a nearby table and started eating the food I had brought with me. "Hmmm.." The foods are so good, especially this white one. I'm not sure what it's called, but it's fantastic. It's an irregularly shaped knobby little spheres range in size from an inch. It's in color cream or light brown, it looks like lumpy rough-skinned potatoes with a firm, spongy texture and a sweet earthy aroma. It also has a slight garlicky smell mixed with the scent of honey and cut grass.

Trying to ignore it, I remain stony-faced. She sucks in her cheeks. "Don't you want to play, Larry? Never mind. You'll soften up, I'm sure. When you've had some time to think about it." She pops the compact back in the bag, then pokes through the rest of the contents before producing something small, round: ball-shaped. She tosses it at me and reflexively, I catch it. A potato. A small one. Raw. "Don't eat it all at once, Larry. They're quite nourishing, but you'll want to make it last. You won't be getting another one for a day or two... Oh..." She raises a forefinger... "One more thing before I go..."

" Sweet potato , salt , vegetables .?" " Before levelling sweet potatoes twenty thousand kilos , salt , five thousand kilo , two thousand and seven hundred kilo cabbage , one thousand eight hundred kilo green leaf , three thousand and three hundred eggplants , a thousand kilo chillies , two thousand and two hundred bokchoy , five thousand kilo of cauliflower , two thousand over kilo of onions and one thousand seven hundred of garlic , three thousand kilo of ginger . You never take most of them out and owh three thousand kilo or white raddish . After levelling few of them added few more thousands kilo . I just plant bean sprouts about a week and we already collect about two hundreds kilo also

All the magic potatoes in front of them were still intact and uncut. "Mister, do you have all your food supplies; magic potatoes?" asked Rick Marc couldn't contain his enthusiasm. Magic potatoes are not easy to get. The benefits of this food are very large, the price is also expensive. 20 magic potatoes can buy a medium-house in Beast Capital city for 1000 platinum coins. "Magic potatoes?" Wilma had no recollection of ever seeing a magic potato only knew its name from the memory of the previous owner of this body.

"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."

Let's eat a little bit more than we did yesterday! Stephen knew that Ryan wanted to fight Kyle, but this soup was really something he liked, so it was not convenient for him to refuse. However, Kyle was able to prevent him from putting a spoon into this soup. "This chicken and mushroom soup has a ton of protein in it," says Kyle of the soup. Stephen has consumed a lot of protein today; what he really needs is a bowl of soup that contains a greater quantity of vegetables. I am aware that Stephen has always cherished this potato soup prepared in an Italian style. Even though it doesn't cost much to make, this bowl of soup is packed with flavor. This bowl of potato soup is not only incredibly t

"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

Mr Moo trust him like he trust the other five manager although he is the newest among them. " Well , master ... here .. we had reach the potatoes and sweet potatoes farm . We had multiple menu here. Come have a sit sirs ." " Owhh .. this orange juices I steal the oranges from the fruit farm hehehe ... well ...ahh .. here the first menu .. " He quickly said after the twenty men sit at the two long tables. " The first one called fried potato . We eat them with tomato sauce or chillie sauce. Here the dark one is chili sauce the light orange is tomatoes sauce.

I subtly touched my lips, remembering the way he touched it with his. My thoughts drifted away when I was putting yam leaves on the pot being boiled on the stove. Dom put a pan on the other side. He poured oil, along with the potato strips. "What's it called?" I asked while observing the potatoes. "French fries." My brows raised and looked at him. "French fries?" I repeated. His lips rose to an amused grin. "Why is it called French fries?" Dom deeply chuckled like I asked something stupid. My face heated and I looked away.

Yet, she took the pain to do that. He thought to himself. Meanwhile, the food was his favorite. Potatoes from Jos, Plateau State, North Central of Nigeria, which most Nigerians preferred to call Irish Potatoes. As for my husband, it was Jos Potatoes or, better still, Berom Potatoes. His first encounter with it was when his uncle, who lived in Jos, brought it to the village. The uncle was fondly called 'Uncle Jos' and as such the potato was named after him.