when i was in seventh grade social studies, we were talking about canada--specifically prince edward island--and its exports. the teacher--mr. hanson--was trying to prompt a kid to say potatoes.
now, in 7th grade i was the kid if the teacher couldn't get another student to get the answer the teach would ask me. so the potato inquiry gets turned my way. and to be a smart ass i said "blue potatoes."
"what?" the class laughs
"blue potatoes"
"blue potatoes? there's no such thing as blue potatoes." more chuckles from the kids. i don't think anyone knows i am serious.
"yes i am. we grow them in our garden. i'll bring some in."
so i went home, asked mom for a couple blue potatoes. sliced them open so you could see they were guarantee. brought them in the next day and impressed the teach. he said later that he was amazed and they taste quite normal. i wanted to say, "i told you so." instead i warned him about using them for mashed potatoes, cuz they turned out more grey than blue.
i am the seventh son
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