Walking in a wedgie wonderland...
... and it's nothing to do with platform shoes or losing your knicky knacks where the sun doesn't shine.
Today was a landmark day in the life of Freddie T (that's my hip hop tag by the way... just something I'm trying out with the ladies).
I had my first ever potato wedge... and it (or should I say they given the number I managed to stuff down before my supply was mercilessly cut off) was simply delightful.
Apparently I'm not alone in our family when it comes to my newfound appreciation for the diversity of potatoes.
Speeches about the merits of the simple spud and its multiple culinary personalities are the stuff of folklore when it comes to talking about my late great grandad (who also doubles as my namesake).
"You can chip it, mash it, roast it, bake it, fry it, boil it..." I've heard it many times... but he never mentioned wedging as a possibility.
I can only summise that he wasn't around long enough to experience the wonder of the wedge.
I'm learning every day how cruel life can actually be, and it's tough to take I can tell you. RIP Grandad Fred... and thanks for your name... I love it.
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