I wake up to the smell of cooked potato. I can hear Ian moving around in the kitchen.
Ian loves potatoes. He keeps talking about the versatility of potatoes as a cooking ingredient, how tasty and nutritious they are, about the comforting solidity of raw potatoes. He says he learned these things when he was ‘away’, that he should be eating things other than pasta; he learned that he needs to bring balance to his diet and his life. Ian has been preparing potato-based meals for the past week: boiled, baked, mashed, fried, and roasted; he has bought a potato cookbook. I am sick of potatoes. I almost miss Ian's pasta.
Ian is coming up the stairs. He will ask me if I want breakfast. My stomach trembles at the prospect. I roll away from the door and put my head under the pillow. Ian’s footsteps halt outside my bedroom. He taps softly on the door and opens it a fraction. I can feel him looking at me. I pretend to be asleep. He closes the door and goes away.
Ian loves potatoes. He keeps talking about the versatility of potatoes as a cooking ingredient, how tasty and nutritious they are, about the comforting solidity of raw potatoes. He says he learned these things when he was ‘away’, that he should be eating things other than pasta; he learned that he needs to bring balance to his diet and his life. Ian has been preparing potato-based meals for the past week: boiled, baked, mashed, fried, and roasted; he has bought a potato cookbook. I am sick of potatoes. I almost miss Ian's pasta.
Ian is coming up the stairs. He will ask me if I want breakfast. My stomach trembles at the prospect. I roll away from the door and put my head under the pillow. Ian’s footsteps halt outside my bedroom. He taps softly on the door and opens it a fraction. I can feel him looking at me. I pretend to be asleep. He closes the door and goes away.
Hello, my name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a 50 year old self-employed Pirate from the Caribbean.
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