Spud U Love
I know that it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, but I’m very “bah Ferrero Roche” to all that mush. Some years I’m more disposed to it than others, but usually the ghosts of all my romances past veto any venture to the shops for satin padded hearts, vital organ shaped chocs or innovative experience presents. (Mind you I was rather taken with a Twister duvet I saw). However, today I was pulling out some veg from the fridge and I found this wonderful potato, so I guess there’s no escaping it.