More on potatoes. Seriously.

One of my good friends of an entreprenuerial bent read about our over-abundance of potatoes. (And now we have witnesses. Friends came up from London a day before the bbq and witnessed the vegetable delivery. One of them asked if they always used a dump truck to deliver the vegetables. I explained that it was apparently the most efficient way to deliver the metric ton of spuds that we received each week.)

Anyway, our friend from California - apparently convinced that all we needed was a better grounding on the glory that a potato could achieve if properly flattered and loved - sent us a package with materials officially endorsed by the Church of Tubers, to try and remake us into born again potato lovers. Besides the obligatory Mr. Potato Head (which the Critter immediately claimed as hers), there was a copy of The Potato Book, by Alan Romans.

I got a little excited, because I thought that I'd be able to at least find a new recipe for this week's delivery. Oh, how wrong I was.

The Potato Book is not a book about how to cook the lovable little root. It's about the history of the potato. And it contains a catalog of over 150 of the most common and "interesting" varieties of potatos. With color photographs. Alphabetized and indexed for convenience. Because, you know, you might need that.

And just in case you're wondering who, exactly, the target audience the author had in mind when writing his opus, take a look at the top book listing on Amazon under "Customers who bought this item also bought..."

I'm so not eating anything grown with the "Liquid Gold" method...