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Post by comingclean on Jun 10, 2008 19:09:09 GMT -5
reesa -- i do live outside of the city..... and your idea is a good one. But for that to work for me i'd have to REMEMBER i bought the potatoes  |
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troubledmom
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Post by troubledmom on Jun 10, 2008 20:14:35 GMT -5
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Post by reesa on Jun 11, 2008 5:30:12 GMT -5
for people who live in a city, I know this because my mom did it. You can put potatoes in a bucket. poke a hole in the bottom of the bucket, put it on a plate or something. then throw some dirt in it, and throw your over-the-hill potatoes in it ... and a few handfuls of dirt on top to cover them. When it's half full of dirt and potatoes, fill it up with dirt and put it in the window and forget it (but water it once in a while)Within about two months or so the bucket will start to bulge
It is full of fresh new baby potatoes
I keep mine on the counter or right by the stove wher I can see them all the time, now, after having a whole cabinet covered in mealyworms, maggots, and flies last year
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Post by reesa on Jun 11, 2008 5:31:39 GMT -5
hahaha also that potato story is great
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Post by mellowyellow on Jun 11, 2008 15:39:14 GMT -5
Glad to know I'm not the only one who threw out a crockpot that was too dirty to clean. As for potatoes... I eat them so rarely, and it's always just one person, or my bf joining me for a meal... They often sprout on me. I just try to avoid it going too long. If you can break off the sprouts, they will still last for a while. --- Gross teenhood story. Day one: My bedroom was in the finished basement when I was a teenager. So was the laundry room. One morning, my mum went to her freezer to get some meat for the next day. She found what she wanted, and put it on top of the freezer while she went to put a load of laundry in the washer and hang up some items. The phone rang and she went upstairs to answer it. She forgot the meat  ... and since it was for the next day... it wasn't on her mind. Day three: I awoke with the disgusting smell of "dead body". Don't ask me how I know... but I did. It must be something all humans know, without having to experience it beforehand. The smell literally made me gag, and I have a strong stomach. I was afraid my cat had died or something terrible had happened. Of course it was just the meat sitting out on the freezer  ... so so so gross... I was repulsed to eat meat for quite a while afterwards. And now, I always sniff my meat before using it, to make sure it smells like "nothing", rather than something that is a little too ripe. |
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