I like these potato door stops a lot.
My mother used to make them when I was but a wee lad.
I pretended to eat them, then I gave them to my younger
brother, he didn’t like them so he gave them to the dog.
The dog would carry them outside hidden in the thick of
his fur, where he would promptly bury them never to be
seen again.
My neighbor would make them, using real potatoes, and
they were scrumptious!
My mother tended to cheap out, she would use anything
that could be found in the couch under the seat cushions.
You Suck at Cooking does not think like that…