I'm going to try not to brag (too much) but this year on Thanksgiving all I'm eating is 20,293,165,172,103 plate-fuls of potatoes. Heh.

I hadn't really given much thought to the holidays and potatoes (mashed? baked? fried? mixed up? smashed? with sour cream and butter?) but today it kinda hit me: this year I can eat all the darn potatoes I want.

Goodness it's been forever sine I could eat potatoes without guilt. I can hardly remember a time...

I've traditionally boycotted liking Thanksgiving because 1) I have issues with the way we 'celebrate' it to begin with, and 2) because I haven't been able to enjoy said 'celebrating' in many years.

This year? It's all about the potatoes, baby.