Welcome to Peeled.
Mashed. Baked. Scalloped. Fried. Sauteed. Boiled. Roasted. Tater-totted.
We don’t spend enough time considering the versatility of the potato.
This blog is devoted to doing just that.
Discussing everything from french fries, museums and vodka to obscure medicinal uses, breakfast varieties and children’s crafts, I’ll be looking at how the potato became the fourth most-produced staple crop in the world and why we are #blessed that it did.
I’ve always been a big fan of this starchy vegetable. Because the potato is incorporated in many meals and snacks, it’s also worked its way into many memories and emotions. (That might sound a little wack. To be clear, I could say the same about more foods than just potatoes, but today and the next nine weeks, we’re focusing on potatoes.)
When I had a bad day in high school, I would go to the grocery store across the street, buy a family-sized container of mashed potatoes and eat them in my car with a plastic spoon. Then my windows would fog up, and I would quickly drive away so people didn’t think I was doing something less innocent than eating mashed potatoes alone in the parking lot. High school was a weird time for me.
But don’t get it twisted. Potatoes have been there for me on good days and average days, too.
For me, potato wedges are dinner at grandma’s. Baked potatoes are every day at my internship (until people started to comment that was all I ate for lunch). Chips are 2 a.m. study sessions. Potato pancakes and breakfast potatoes are brunch with friends, bottomless cups of coffee and hours of conversation. Crinkle cut fries are integral elements of family dinner at least once a week.
I understand that eating one’s feelings — good or bad — in copious amounts of potatoes is probably not a super healthy habit by emotional or physical health standards. However, this isn't a health blog, and if you’re going to pick a comfort food, potatoes aren’t the worst food to choose. Stick around to learn an alarming number of reasons why in the next several months.