Monday, March 2, 2009

Like Goldilocks: Three by three

I felt like Goldilocks today when, finally, the long announced, discussed and expected (even from abroad), potatoes arrived. I took my monthly prize in my hands (no need to bring a bag): Papa Potato, Mama Potato and Baby Potato, that’s my quota.

I feel profoundly fortunate not to have to depend on the kindness of the Revolution to feed myself; the consequences for my weight and health could be catastrophic.

Even so, we must be infinitely grateful, oh yes Sir, for these three potatoes that we do not deserve to be “given” by our socialist government. It’s the investment of the millennium, no? Three potatoes may well be worth the freedom of one human being, if sometimes it’s been worth less, who cares.

Three potatoes that we will eat, and with them we will also eat all of our civil rights.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wish I could send you one thousand potatoes and more.