This is not a post with a recipe for Valentine potatoes--this is about the potatoes themselves! My youngest son was helping me peel spuds for mashed potatoes for tonight's evening meal. After he peeled the one in the middle, he said, "This must be a Valentine potato. It's heart-shaped." Sure enough, there it was...then we looked in the bag, and the next 3 all were heart-shaped.
Talk about putting a little love in your cooking!
~Joan
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What a wonderful story of Valentine potato hearts. I have found my heart in several places. I found a sandstone walking along a pond once. It's fragile so I keep it protected. There have also been hard rocks and parts of seashells. I pick them up and keep them in a special place. It's just a fun thing to do.
Gale/Oklahoma
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