Root Vegetable
Dec 9 2021
I stopped by the loaded bin.
Even though
potatoes weren't on the list
and I was in my usual rush.
But there was something compelling
about this basic root vegetable
compared to all the brightly coloured produce
and mouth-watering fruit
competing for attention.
Or set against the stacks
of processed packaged food
designed to catch the eye;
the needless abundance
that crowds the shelves
in uniform lines
up and down every aisle.
While a potato
is easily overlooked,
irregularly shaped
in its plain brown skin
with a trace of native soil
still clinging to its surface.
No two alike
all of different sizes.
And unapologetically flawed,
with darkened scars
and sprouting eyes
and random bumps and knobs.
Yet I felt oddly comforted
looking in to this dusty bin
of organic russets
sold in bulk.
I picked one up
and felt the pleasant roughness
of its unscrubbed skin.
Hefting it into the air
I noticed how solid it was,
a thing of substance
in and of itself.
Then held it to my nose
and breathed in its smell,
a subtle hint of iron
mixed with raw loamy earth.
So perhaps it's not surprising
that something so rooted and substantial
would leave me feeling grounded
and good.
And no need
for “new and improved”
when nature
has already made them perfect.
Potatoes, straight from the earth,
then into the oven just as they are;
comfort food
baked . . .buttered . . .served.
A homely tuber,
yet somehow beautiful
in its unassuming plainness.
Plain cooking, nothing fancy,
no airs, or aspirations
no conceit of greatness.
Who doesn't feel like a potato, most days?
Or hunger for one as well?
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