How Exactly Do You Pronounce "Mr. Kumpir"?

Apparently an establishment can survive selling only baked potatoes. Yup. Giant baked potatoes. This bright and friendly venue, Mr. Kumpir, serves Turkish stuffed potatoes at the South end of Denman. There are several options and a variety of toppings but I've opted for the Traditional (bacon bits, green onions, and sour cream) with added corn. Oh, and the potato part itself is a pseudo-twice baked kind, they scoop the warm potato out of the skin, MIX CHEESE INTO IT, and then put it back in! I know I shouldn't be getting this excited about potatoes, but it's one of my favourite combinations of all time. Potato + Cheese = Happiness. You eventually get past the initial shock of having to eat this thing that looks like a singed turd capsule, dehissing it's bowels of tasty toppings. Once you mix it all up, another satisfying carb experience.

Ps. Do not consume and then follow up with an ab workout or you will be puking up Mr. Potato Head. 

Taters II

Yesterday in my rush to blog while at work I totally forgot a key anecdote. When I was in highschool and couldn't stomach the thought of another cheese whiz sandwhich, I would bring a tupperware container full of steamed garden potatoes for lunch and eat them cold, covered in ketchup and ranch. Delicious and Nutritious!

Potatoes

Potatoes are undoubtedly my favorite food. Purely delicious carbyness. I could seriously eat potatoes served in any form. You name it, I'll eat it. I've tried raw potatoes and I don't recommend it, the starch sticks to the roof of your mouth. I love 'em fried, baked, steamed, double-baked, hash browns, mash browns, tater tots, potatoes Au gratin, scalped potatoes, mashed potatoes, whipped potatoes, re-fried potatoes, deep-fried potatoes (not fries specifically, just poutine), sweet potatoes, potato chowder, potato soup, potato salad, potato skins, potato pancakes, baby potatoes, and in a casserole. If I had to pick only one option to eat for the rest of my life, my choice would be to unearth baby potatoes directly from the garden in Creston (shovel and dirty fingernails included), hose 'em off, steam 'em, and serve with a generous dollop of butter and salt. Hmmmmm heaven.

Potatoes can cheer me up no matter what mood I'm in. For example last night I made a lame'old, uninspired stir-fry and I couldn't even finish it because I was so mad at how badly it turned out. So what did I do? I made potatoes, the perfect bedtime pick-me-up snack (that and a handful of mini Twix bars!)