When I went home last weekend I discovered that we still have canned flake potatoes in our food storage from Grandma Cora's house. They may be 40 years old, but they're still good eatin'. If these spuds are good enough to get you through a Soviet nuclear attack, they're good enough for me, dangit.
Follow up and Spring Break
2 weeks ago
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Um... I don't know how I feel about this... no, wait, I do. I think you know too.
Yes I do. That they're spudtastic!
That's gotta be better than the frost-bitten ice-cream she'd feed us...
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