Potato Peeling Predicament
Ok, I admit it. I have a dodgy (semi-contemptuous) relationship with my potato peeler. The reason for this is that I bought it ‘under the instruction’ of an ex-boyfriend who claimed to know everything about everything under the sun.
It was rubbish, of course. He didn’t know everything about everything. Some things he had no idea about - like feelings, for example. But annoyingly, as it turns out, he did actually know about potato peelers, because even after almost 30 years, this thing peels through a potato as smoothly as a warm knife through butter.
It is very irritating. Just the simple act of making mashed potato can for dinner can send my head back into things I should have said (mostly “oh fuck off”) and stuff I should have done.
And sure, I can get a new potato peeler. But do you think for one moment that when making mashed potatoes, I won’t find myself comparing the new potato peeler to the old potato peeler and still having an attitude?
Stories are like that, you see. They stick to everything.
It’s funny because if you ask most people about stories, they’ll not be sure they have one. But if you ask someone about some daft wee object or something they’re wearing, some kind of story will flood out.
It’s actually the reason for one of the story rounds we do at Fish And Bear. Give people a seemingly random word to talk about, and the stories that emerge will take you to all sorts of unexpected places.
Last week, we learned about midnight guerrilla tree pruning, an over-engineered, underutilized tree house, and couples ‘tree vacations. Can you guess the random word we gave? Send your answers on a postcard to the usual address.😏
See you Thursday.
Best,
Lynn xo
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Mark here.
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