I was reared in a family that grew potatoes. I wasn't always proud of that. Today I am.
People sometimes laugh about potatoes.
Little do they know of the potato's honorable history. I have come to think of potato production as a holy calling. I think God created potatoes for a special purpose. When I hold a potato in my hand and stroke its russet skin I hear the echo of Scripture speaking across the ages with earthy metaphors of sowers and seeds, of rocky ground, of fields ready for harvest. We don't know if Moses ever ate a potato, but horticultural historians say that long before he crossed the Red Sea potatoes were being grown in the Andes of South America.