There is something rather beautiful about a potato. The variety is endless, chips, mash, new, boiled, roasted, jackets, cubed etc. the list could go on and on. Potato has forever been a huge part in my childhood. I began with eating mash when i didn't yet have any teeth to chew but just understood food enough that anything soft and fluffy was perfect for my exceedingly painful development of baby teeth. As my teeth developed i moved up in the world, onto potato smiley faces, alongside baked beans. Ah childhood memories. Potato has always been a key element of comfort in the Dee household, whether a death, money problems or bad grades in science a jacket potato would only be an hour away with cottage cheese or tuna. If you know me well enough you'd understand that i'd much rather a night in with films, a cheesy jacket potato, duvets and cuddles then going out getting wasted and not remebering anything that had happened the previous evening or wondering when i managed to loose my underwear. A quiet night in with a potato is all i need.
