Small Potato Novels & Stories

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

I wonder how much it would weigh to plant such a giant pile. To concentrate on Lowa! See, we've made a section for everyone, young and old. Dulcie looked enjoying herself as she ate her potato stew. Children are not interested in eating things related to potatoes. One kid said, “I'd rather eat broccoli than potatoes!” He handed the plate to the woman, the boy's mother. The other parent looked annoyed, not hiding. “What? Shit, no food? Where do you think we are?” … After all, the boy also agreed to eat.

“Good morning to you too, little kartoshka.” Poppy slapped both hands over her cheeks as if protecting vital organs. “Don’t call me that! I’m not a potato! I’m a human being!” “You’re a luxury kartoshka,” Javier corrected. “Truffle potato. Limited edition.” “NO!” Poppy shrieked louder, scooting back until her spine hit the couch. She grabbed a pillow and held it in front of her face, only her bangs sticking out. “Mommy, hang up. I’m boycotting Uncle Javier until I’m grown. I don’t want to see him again. Never ever ever.”

"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."

Vera said, unwrapping one of the potatoes. Steam rose from it, thick and warm, filling the shack with a smell so simple and impossible that every person in the room stopped moving. It smelled like hot earth, fire, salt, and comfort. The potato skin was slightly crisp, split open where the heat had broken it, and the inside was soft, golden, and fluffy enough that it almost fell apart when Vera pressed her thumb into it. After years of liquid packs, bitter supplements, recycled water, and food that tasted more like survival than life, that smell hit the room harder than any speech could have.

I smiled, “Thank you.” I put the tray in the spare refrigerator and went back to the stove. I stirred the green beans and smelled them. I smiled as I put the lid back on the pot. Luna Kate approached the stove and smelled the green beans, “Isabel! Those smell so good!” I smiled, “Thank you, Luna.” She asked, “Do you have more for the pack later?” I opened the freezer door to reveal twenty, one-gallon size freezer bags full. The new potatoes were already in the bags with them. I replied, “Just put them in a pot with three pieces of raw bacon, cover with water and heat on low until the potatoes are done.” She smiled, “Thank you.”

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.

It amazed me how someone as quiet and introverted as him could be so popular. At the moment, they were engrossed in a lively game of cards, shouting and making hand signals. Hayden's aunt, whom I recently learned was named Jada, approached me and handed me a bowl of what appeared to be soup. "It's Fish Broth," Zeek, who was standing next to me, informed. I nodded, peering into the bowl. "Look," Kai said, taking my spoon and stirring the contents. "It has yam, potatoes, macaroni, fish, ochroes, and eddoes." He explained, and I pursed my lips.

However, where did the potato come from? "There's a vegetable garden here," Xia Yuesheng said as he took the lead in walking out. Gladyce followed behind him, only to find out that there was a vegetable field in the yard. There were a lot of vegetables in the vegetable garden. Xia Yuesheng picked a tomato first, then turned on the tap and quickly handed it to Gladyce. "Eat it. Women eat more tomatoes, which are resistant and anti-aging." "Oh." Gladyce took it and started munching on it.

I thought she was done, and so I nodded in acknowledgement, slipping on my left shoe. "To round out your breakfast, 150 grams of steamed sweet potato cubes - rich in beta-carotene and potassium to aid muscle contractions and recovery. A teaspoon of raw honey drizzled atop provides a touch of natural fructose to top up glycogen stores." I paused, hand hovering just over my right shoe "That's...More than I usually eat for breakfast," I admitted with slightly wide eyes.