Week 12- Potatoe

Well, I’m not really sure which food is my favorite but I defiantly know the type I make the most. It is potatoes. Over the years, I mastered the art of making these lumps of starch into little wonders of perfection. I stick those babies in the microwave, usually two or three at a time, for so long that the air pressure makes the skin hardly even connected to the potatoes anymore. These babies turn out so soft that you use hardly any effort you cut them with a knife. When cutting, I cut in parallel lines going in one direction, then again in lines at a 30 degree angle. This makes X shapes. Once they are cut correctly, I cover them with cheese and try to get this cheese in the crevices I just created. Then I stick um in for another minute. Soon after, I put some sour cream on and top it off with some salt and pepper. These look so good I often take pictures of them on my phone. Then I eat those babies with all those topping mixed together and it’s like freakin food heaven.
Throughout my life there have been ups and downs. There have been times where I’ve had nothing to eat but the disgusting peanut butter sandwiches that were forcefully laid before me. (I hate peanut butter like no other) Other times I’ve found treasure troves of really special food that I was able to live off of for long periods of time. Of, course I even spent years chasing after certain meals and then when I tasted it, realized it wasn’t what I wanted at all. I’d say my life started out eating cereal. Not the sugary kind or anything, just corn flakes. It got me around fine and I didn’t miss anything else cause I had no idea what else was out there. Then I got exposed to some crazy foods. We are donuts, candy, cookies. Anything that tasted good in the moment. This lasted for a while but then I noticed I had this strange feeling in my stomach when I ate these foods. These tasted good in the short term but inhibited my ability to be as productive and happy in the long term. The reason I was able to notice this was because I had already transitioned to other things; potatoes, pizza, and pasta. These foods were satisfying to eat and left me feeling good. After getting used to these I grew to hate the after taste of sugar and the way it made my stomach feel. This was real food and I could never think of going back, except for special occasions. That was a turning point in my life. I sped up and I never slowed down since.
Potatoes are crazy awesome. They were first in South America; they were the staple food for the whole Incan Empire. The Spanish took these back to Europe and they got hot as wildfire. A desperately poor peasant family could feed their family with one acre of potatoes and a cow. Also, with all the wars going on, potatoes were great because enemy armies would often come and take all the above the ground crops when they came by. Potatoes however, are below ground, and would often be left, safe and sound.
I changed How I organized everything thing. I made so I talked about the potato, my life and then the history of the potato. Also, when I talked about the history of my life I am using the foods as metaphors for things in my life. I notice some other people seemed to have said how their eating habits changed over time. I did more of a vague representation of what I did with my life, although it probably works both ways.