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Food the World Over

I swear I didn't know this on Monday when I declared this to be Mashed Potato Week, but the United Nations has officially declared 2008 to be the International Year of the Potato. Is that a coincidence, or what? That just goes to show how important the spud is. The Spanish brought it to Europe from South America in the 1500s, making it a staple in diets all over the continent. But now, China and India harvest more than anybody else, and the UN is hoping it will become an important food in developing countries as their population explodes beyond their food supply.

The spud has become a universal food, which makes sense to me—I have had potatoes in their many forms all of my life. A few years ago, we hosted an exchange student from France for three weeks. The poor girl, Sophie, barely spoke English, and we only knew a handful of French words—hello and pen and book and window are about all I could remember from my single semester in college, and you can't have much of a conversation with those. We did a lot of puzzles and watched movies with subtitles and stared at each other in awkward silent moments. But then I made what I called a "traditional American meal" for Sophie—meat loaf, buttered peas, and mashed potatoes—and the meal translated. It was as familiar and comfortable to her as it was to us. Later, when I told my friends that I had made a traditional American meal for our guest, they said, "what did you make? Meatloaf and mashed potatoes?" See, I thought. Everybody knows mashed potatoes.

It's the year of the potato, and the world is harvesting 315 million tons a year. To enjoy with some mash, I suggest we ship a boatload of Mr. Potato Heads to every member nation in the UN and see if they think we're all insane. Or maybe the little guys with their removable features will translate.

Comments

peahen said…
I never had a Mr Potatohead, so that one's a bit lost on me, but the 'removable feature' idea might appeal to Dive after his post from yesterday. Hurray for spuds though - I'm with you 100% on this one. (I thought spud was English slang? Obviously not.)
Mrs. G. said…
I did know it was the year of the potato...for a brief moment, I thought it should be called year of the sweet potato. I find them a tiny bit more interesting.
dive said…
Woah! Van Gogh's "The Potato Eaters". Nice choice, Robyn.
Oh,and please don't say "van Go …"; We Europeans hate that and it makes Dutch people want to kill Americans.

Removable features, eh, Pea? Hee hee.
I, too, have lived without the joy of Mister Potato Head.
Scout said…
Peahen, Everybody should have a Mr. Potato Head!

Mrs. G, sweet potatoes are more interesting, but sometimes their texture makes me wretch. I do love a good sweet potato pie.

Dive, I'll say Van Go if I want to, and I don't care who hates me for it.
Ah The Potato Eaters. One of my favourite paintings. Mr. Potatohead was fun, but even better was the Spud Gun.
Alifan said…
Love Spuds here. yum yum..

Thanks for your comments on the cake Robyn, as you will see from my reply, best not to eat them!!!!!!!!
Maria said…
How about some recipes this week, Robyn? I love potato soup. Wanna give it a go?
Anonymous said…
Robyn, could you please post your meatloaf recipe? I haven't made meatloaf in years and I'd love to make it again. I think my recipe is a bit boring and since your food - even mashed potatoes - is never boring, I would love to see it.
Gina said…
For a while, Mr. Potato Head was one of Mr. P's favorite toys. It was quite some time ago, but he loved it.

I've always wanted the Darth Vader one, though.

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