“You must remove the eyes from the potatoes just like you would for your own family.” Good advice given to me free of charge when I was an au pair in France. Inversely though, at the time I thought I was conforming suitably to the family who was extremely parsimonious, and privileged. I thought about this as I prepared some potatoes this morning. I still feel the smart of Madame’s words, as I had imagined that her family wouldn’t waste a morsel, not a nubble bubble and chomp down on the sproutings of old potatoes with relish, piquant. Further I had earnestly attempted to avoid the possible reprimanding for having pared off the sproutings, after all I had been subjected to the…
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