Why The Potatoes Were Enough [Food Memories #14]

Ah, food memories. The best memories ever. And one involving potatoes!

I was so hungry today, and all I could think about was I need to put something in my belly before I lost my mind. I mean, I had skipped breakfast and had very little time to eat lunch ( well, professional meetings beckoned). I looked at the vegetable tray, and picked up a few potatoes. I fried them lightly with some salt and pepper, and started gobbling them straight off the plate once I laid a tissue paper to absorb all the oil from the pan.

Now that I think of it, there was nothing else to satiate my palate. Just a few humble potatoes. Nothing else on the plate could have passed for a complete meal. Just potatoes I had fried. A few of the pieces were crisp at the edges and a few were soft enough to break apart. I had not even seasoned them properly. Some of the fries felt saltier and the others felt more peppery.

Yet, I felt so happy after I had eaten. I noticed everything as I chew... the warmth, the texture and most importantly, how each mouthful surfeited my hunger. There was no variety in this simple lunch, but it didn’t feel lacking.

The potatoes were enough.