The sign said "Extra Large Idaho Potatoes"
All three of those potatoes are sitting on a miniature dessert plate. Each fit snugly into the palm of my hand. And I have very tiny hands, y'all.
What I want to know is who looked at these Lilliputian potatoes and thought to themselves, "Self, those are some big arse potatoes. We're gonna have to put these babies in the large bin. No. Make that the EXTRA large bin. These suckers are huge."
Maybe, maybe those potatoes would be considered extra large if you lived in say, Oz. Perhaps near a road made of yellow bricks. And also you were a munchkin.
*Yes Virginia, I did purchase these for the sole intent of blogging. No potatoes were harmed in the making of this blog. Except the ones my husband made into a lovely potato soup.
