Back to Prison

Hey there potatoes! Hopefully the title didn't scare you because we aren't criminals who just got arrested. We are simply going back to the prison that many refers to as "school". Back to school for potatoes hopefully  mean that they through with their awkward stage in life (if you don't know what that awkward stage is just read back to the post "awkwaaard"). Potatoes will have to be on the lookout for farmers because, assuming that they are through the awkward stage, they are now beautiful and delicious looking potatoes. Elder potatoes must now teach the younger potatoes who are entering a new stage in life how to become an independent creature that can make wise decisions. The potatoes hate this because they feel that it is all repetitive but now they are spoken to with larger words. It is not until the potatoes are more mature that they realize how important the elders are because the elders are known to teach very meaningful lessons. As to what those lessons are, well... that's a secret between the two potatoes involved ;) Sadly, we do not get to experience the great teachings of the most intelligent potatoes out there because we go to a human school. This year we are given more freedom in the classes we take so hopefully it will feel less like a prison. We hope that we will learn important lessons even though our teachers do not have the slightest bit of potato in them. We'd love to know how school is like for you! Let us know through twitter (cambrielapotato) or email (cambrielapotato@gmail.com)!!

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It was a sMASHing hit

I deeply apologize to be posting so late once again but you see, I needed to help out a friend of mine. My dear friend Pota Tohr was recently turned into mashed potato. He was playing a nice game of hide and seek with his cousins when suddenly a boy found him and decided to take him home with him. Unfortunately for Pota, his friends did not know that he needed saving until it was too late because they were, as you already know, playing hide and seek. The boy who took Pota was also playing with his cousins but their game was baseball. The boy apparently hit the baseball to the evil neighbour's yard so it will never be seen again, to the anger of the boy's cousins. So when the boy found Pota he saw a great opportunity to make it up to his cousins. It worked. One of the boy's cousins hit Pota Tohr so hard that Pota turned into mashed potato, which the young kids enjoyed very much. So Pota now needs to comforted because being mashed is very new to him. He would love to hear from you so if you have any words of advice just let us know via twitter (cambrielapotato) or email (cambrielapotato@gmail.com) and we'll make sure that Pota Tohr will be informed!

A Letter From Poland

Dear Potatoes,

I hope all is well where ever you may be. I'm still travelling around the country of Poland. I have left the country and came to the city.

During my stay in the city, I have discovered how city potatoes live. I met these lovely folks down in the market place. It wasn't a big market, it was a small one near my other grandma's house. I went down with my family down to the market to buy some food for dinner. As I was passing by one of the stands I met a few young potatoes. They seemed cool so I stopped to talk to them. I discovered that these potatoes work hard. They all come from farms so they live the same lives as country potatoes, only they get packed away and brought either to stores or to little markets. Since we met in the market I'll tell you about their lives. They get picked from the ground and put into these crates. Later these crates are packed into a van. The van travels to the location of the market and then set up. The crates are arranged so the potatoes look attractive to the human eye. After being set up, humans come in and purchase them based on how much they weigh. I purchased some potatoes with my family and we brought them over for dinner. Later that day we had them for dinner.

It was a different meeting compared to the country potatoes but none the less it was exciting. I really hope to meet a few more potatoes in Poland. They are all sweet and romantic. Hopefully I'll meet some of you out there too. Let me know where you are and I'll try to meet you. 

Throwing potatoes your way,

Gabriela

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The Legend of the Sack Race

Hi! Surely you've all participated in a sack race at one point in your lives right? I love that game but I love the story behind it even more! If you're not a potato like myself, then you've probably never heard of the story. It's one of my favourite potato legends so I'll share it with you! 

It goes like this...

In a farm far, far away during a time long, long ago, there lived the McPohtahtohs. The McPohtahtohs were a very well-known and loved wild potato family because even though they were upper class, they were very humble and they were always looking for ways to better the lives of other potatoes. One day, a group of farmers discovered how fine the McPohtahtohs are and so they decided to gather all of them into a sack to sell them. The other potato families could not bear to see this happen to the McPohtahtohs so they teamed up to help with the rescue of the McPohtahtohs. It wasn't hard to rescue them since the farmers were fast asleep during the whole operation. However the potatoes soon found out that little baby Timothy McPohtahtoh was missing. It did not take them long to find him because his remains were all over one of the farmer's face; it seems that he was taken as a snack! No potato could accept this. They wanted to make sure that this will never happen again. They wanted to make sure that the farmers will never come near them again. So, the potatoes worked together to put the farmers in the sacks so they will know how it feels to be in there. This woke the farmers up and scared them so they tried to escape the potatoes and instead of getting out of the sack first, they just hopped away while still on it. Unfortunately for them, there were other people driving by, who saw them and once these people got home they told others about how silly the farmers they saw looked and mocked them. This was the beginning of the classic sack race. As for the McPohtahtohs, they lived happily ever after. 

As you can see, potatoes suck at thinking of ways to get revenge. I guess it's because potatoes are naturally nice. Since we're half potatoes we are also naturally nice. We promise. So feel free to email us at cambrielapotato@gmail.com and follow us on twitter (cambrielapotato)!

Around the world

Hey hey potatoes! I'm not back yet but I managed to find some wifi. I noticed that Camille didn't post yet so I'll give you all an insight on the potato world from this side of the world. 

Currently I'm in Poland and had the chance to get to know a few potatoes. We met in the field not too far from my grandma's house. (Quite romantic) We then continued to get close as I pulled them out of the ground. After a few were rescued  from the clutches of the the wet dirt (rain isn't a good friend sometimes to potatoes..it gets dirt wet and it sticks to the potatoes) we went on romantic walk and then dinner. It was so beautiful. 

I'm currently trying to figure out the life of a potato in the city as the country potatoes were easy to find and very romantic. 

I'll try to post a picture or two as soon as I get back to my hometown. 

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