A Blight On My House

I have been struggling with a food issue lately. I have been eating a fair amount of baked potatoes lately. I think it makes a nice lunch, and so I buy ten pound sacks of potatoes, eating one or two a day. One might debate the nutritional impact of that, but I like them and they are better than some things I've eaten. The problem I have is not with them, but with making sure they keep until I eat them all. It's not like I take breaks from them, but they spoil faster than I can eat them.

You might suggest that I buy a smaller quantity of potatoes, but one saves only a dollar by buying a sack of potatoes half as big. I find that unfair, and I won't be victimized by it. I insist on the larger, more cost-effective amount. Unfortunately, as I get into the second half of it, they start to sprout the roots. It's a relatively novel experience. I have spent time in Florida and seen potatoes do that, but most of my life has been spent in Arizona, where the dry climate generally precludes that activity.

We had to immerse potatoes in water to make them grow tendrils, but here I am faced with potatoes that do so on their own, and more so as we get into spring and summer. The first thing I thought was that it would help to refrigerate them, but I read online that they handle the cold even worse, if anything. There is evidently little to be done except to to limit their exposure to the elements. I read of containing them in a box with holes, like they were pet rats or something.

I guess I will have to do that, or else move on to something else for lunch. It has been a long time I have spent with potatoes, and maybe I could return to something I haven't eaten regularly in a while, or even find something new out there that furthers my ambitions of eating well. If it were something free of starch, that would probably be a good thing. Maybe this is the motivating factor to take that next step, and if so, I'm grateful.