Wild at Heart-Day 18
It came in the co-op box. The heart-shaped potato was so perfectly formed; I couldn’t resist snapping a photo. Was it a sign? A message from the Almighty? What did it mean? I tossed it in the bin with the onions. A few days later, I made soup.
“Mom! You can’t cut that.” Coco watched as the chef’s knife hovered over the spud.
“Of course I can.”
“But it’s special.”
“It’s food. Ever smell a rotten potato? Use it or lose it.” I cleft the tuber with the blade.
We ate that heart like nomadic tribesmen, chewing courage from the experience.
Posted on August 18, 2012, in Joined at the Heart, Writers Write and tagged family, heart, nomadic tribesmen, potato, vegetable co-op. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
Haha! Excellent
Thanks!
Wonderful take on this prompt! Loved it!
Thanks, Melina!
This made me smile, Elisabeth! I love the ‘use it or lose it’ sentiment – so true!
Thanks, Terri!