I'm having a bit too much time on my hands and therefore spend a lot of my time reading. What book, do you ask? No book most of the time, sorry. (Though I almost finished The Alternative in Eastern Europe, yay!) But most of the time right now it's a blog. A nice one. The author lives a completely different life from mine and that's what I enjoy so much about blogs: Being able to get a glimpse of a life I'll never have. Often enough because I wouldn't enjoy it for more than a week...
Anyhow. So I came across this post of hers about potatoes. Now first off with you reading about her poisoning everyone near her with the poisonous bits of potatoes. It's funny. Really.
Then return here. At once!
After reading her post I remembered a joke my colleagues at my previous job made. We used to eat breakfast together and one of the men (I was the only woman there) is the very proud father of three very loud and very uneducated children and so he told us, what he did with his lovely angels on Sunday.
"We went out to the fields and dug up potatoes that were left behind after harvesting. The kids had a ball! We took a lot potatoes home, peeled them and the kiddies were so exited about it all, they even ate bits of them raw! The rest we cooked and ate and then they fell into their beds. Sadly, I had to leave for work today before they were awake."
Another guy, who knows everything about nature and wildlife what with him being a huntsman as a hobby and all:
"You do know that raw potatoes are poisonous, do you?"
"What? No! They're not!"
"Yes, they are. And you do know, that the green parts and the eyes are poisonous, too, right? The poison is called solanine."
"All of the children ate the green parts and the eyes, too."
(He was getting nervous, poor him.)
"Well, maybe you should call home then."
(Heartily laughing in which everybody joined)
"Look at them laughing! Now that's what I call worry for my kids!"
After the laughing subsided, he was then seriously told off for being so careless with his children. We all doubted, he really poisoned them as it's not all that poisonous, but then again we couldn't resist teasing him: "But they are still so little and have therefore lower resistance... you should call home, really."
He did call home later. They were all fine.
Gotta love construction site humour!