Sometimes foods just call out to you. Potatoes of any kind retain their subtle siren song.
Water...Fork...Water...Fork. Bronze!
These are purely for display. And attempt to eat them will be met with death in Gitmo.
For a moment, pretend that the toaster cord is the outline of a new fruit, or a loaf of bread going off the upper left corner.
I've never been in a microwave before, but those who have tell me its a hot attraction.
That's when I eat them.
-Julius
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