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.
CRISPLY SPOKEN 
😉
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Haha! Excellent 😉
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Thanks!
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Wonderful take on this prompt! Loved it!
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Thanks, Melina!
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This made me smile, Elisabeth! I love the ‘use it or lose it’ sentiment – so true!
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Thanks, Terri!
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