My mother is a romance author.  For reals.  After a recent trip to the supermarket, she bought, snapped and sent me this photo you see at left. 

While it may not be as impressive as Elvis appearing on a piece of toast or a holy face grilled cheese, this russet potato does put one in the carbo-loving mood, right? 

I’m sure you’ll agree that this spud is super.  There is nothing dumb about it.  So why is it here?  Because I just learned she hasn’t eaten it yet because she’s waiting to share this special tater with someone she loves.

Am I calling my own mother stupid?  No. 

I’m implying it.

Private to my mother: Bake the sucker already!

Related starch stupidity: Here’s a simple way to burn images on your toast.  And if you”re not so DYI inclined, there’s always the very glamorous Hello Kitty toaster.