Well since this is a potato-leaning thread…

Went to get a take-out breakfast with my sister today. When we got home the potatoes, which were notable in an off-color, furry sort of way turned out to be quite rancid. So I brought the grub back, handed it to the owner and very sweetly explained the situation and asked for my money back. She flatly refused. I told her to just LOOK at the deeply offensive spuds. She obliged and then bent down and sniffed them and quite involuntarily recoiled in disgust. She then proceeded to tell me quite coldly there was nothing wrong with them, she'd have them make me another breakfast if I wanted but I wasn't getting my money back and she walked away. This restaurant is attached to my local. It is across the street from my home. I just lost it completely. Started to cry, wobbled about channeling a drunken' sailor and ran out babbling about potatoes and horrible politicians and ACOG sanctioned violence toward women. The neighbors looking at me like I was from Mars.

It must be me. I obviously suffer from potato-related breakfast issues that have nothing at all to do with reality.

Also, food-wise…I have a huge scratch across my face because the baba decided to attack me while we were on the bus with one of those old-style, hard-as-a-rock granola bars. She was actually strapped to the front of me in her baby carrier thingy so there was just no escaping her wrath.

And later while I was trying to chisel out a song that was drilling tunnels through my brain, the wee'un grabbed my yogurt smoothie out of my hand and dumped it all over my keyboard. That girl can move at warp speed sometimes. I don't know what the jaisus she's eating. She must be drinking rocket fuel when I'm not looking. She hasn't ever really slept much so I do have my suspicions...

Just an all around bad food day I'm having. No comfort at all. Not even the ol' spud. Just thought I'd share.

Attacked with granola, foiled by a smoothie…la lee la

Shit.