Small Potato Novels & Stories

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.

One rule for them, one rule for us. “Well, if he disapproves, I’m sure he’ll send me a sign.” I looked up expectantly. Nothing happened. “Looks like he’s fine with it.” We continued eating. Ours was finger licking good, theirs like ash in their mouths. More meat was brought out. More vegetables. I baked some potatoes (or some tuber type of plant) and drew oohs and ahs from the crowd as I passed them around. Technically speaking, the skins were a little burnt, but they didn’t seem as horrified by this desecration. I was winning them over with my potato strategy (although some would say all my strategies were potato strategies). They’d never seen anything as soft and fluffy as my potatoes. Onc

My voice came out low as I was still feeling weak. “Making potatoes with ketchup,” he said, grinning. “I figured out that eating our favorite food might boost your energy,” he said. A faint smile crept up on my face. Potatoes. They made me remember Larry. He couldn't eat those, and because of that, I made sure to stay away from the meal even when it was my favorite. I bet he never found out that I don't eat potatoes because he doesn't like them. “It's done!” He said, as he stirred the mashed potatoes together. That made me snap out of my reverie.

Ren watched as Axton uncovered his food and his fork, ignoring him. The food sure looked delicious and Ren couldn't stall any longer. "Thank you, Captain," Ren murmured and gently uncovered his own meal. It was a mix of savoury ingredients; a few herbs and a touch of a rare spice, creating a spiced potato topping that was both creamy and flavorful. The potatoes were baked until golden brown, creating a crispy top layer. Ren licked his lips slowly as he stared at the protein in his food for the first time in years. "What is this meat?" He asked quietly, poking a fork at the minced meat.

I heard my girl, sass. "SHE is impossible," Adam snarled down the phone to me. "Sweet potatoes. She likes them." I whispered, feeling my eyes prickle with hot, salty tears. "How about sweet potatoes?" I heard Adam ask Charlotte. "Yes, please, with mayo..." Her voice eased my heart, but when it vanished, it ached all over again. "Me too." I heard Chase chime in. "Me three," Liam added, and I fought the urge to laugh hearing Adam growl.

she said, pointing over to the stand of potatoes. “Okay, and what will you eat it with?” Kael asked, closing the fridge and walking over to the section she was pointing at. “Fries,” she whispered. “Yes, and…?” Kael asked, picking out ten healthy potatoes. “Ketchup,” Liora whispered. She had not had the opportunity to taste it yet. Selene had always bragged about how amazing it tasted, and for the first time, she wanted to try. “Okay, it will be done soon.”

Everyone fell silent, and Lydia walked around the kitchen and said, "Just cut off the sprouted parts of the potatoes, and they'll be good to go. Why did you throw them away? Do you think I got these potatoes for free? Also, don't peel the eggplants. The skin has all the nutrients! Why are there fish? Who bought these? Fish has so many bones. How are you expecting the children to eat it? How many times have I told you to buy chicken only? Chicken is rich in protein and good for the children..."

I started saying as I prepped the last loaf pan. “Green beans, your favorite.” James finishes as he shows Nathan the big bowel of them, that he was working on. Just like we knew he scrunched up his nose and stared hard at James. “Grandpa I’ll help with the potatoes!” he simply states as he got down and walked around me to get our last bag of potatoes. Laughing as I watched this scrawny 6-year-old drag the potatoes to his spot. Reaching down I grabbed him with one hand and the other the bag of potatoes and easily fixed him and them at the end of the table. Jack after washing his hands helped with washing and peeling them.