My dorm was shaken down today. After lugging my stuff to the gym and back, I was tuckered out. When the johnnies came for dinner, I was ready for a quick meal followed by a bit of reading, then sleep. However, the kitchen pulled a joke on us that delayed the meal quite a bit.
My cellie passed my johnny over when they arrived and immediately I noticed some major heft to the sack. What are they feeding us that is so dense? I was used to salami sandwiches and chips, not whatever this brick was. I looked inside and dug for the bottom to find a raw potato. Really? A potato? I showed Juan and we must have laughed for a full two minutes. What did they expect us to do with a raw potato?
After the convulsions of laughter faded, I came up with an idea: put the potato in the hotpot to cook it, then mash it up with the sour cream and onion chips we got and throw it into the spread we would make later. Three hours later (how's that for a quick meal?) the potato seemed to be done. Juan and I carried out my plan, which included a few Ramen soups, dehydrated refried beans and some beef chunks. It turned out much better than I expected.
The lesson learned: when life gives you potatoes, have a good laugh and improvise. Now I'm full and ready for a good night's rest.
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