Fried
Crispy. Loud. Slightly too much salt.
By signing below, you swear allegiance to the only food group that has never let humanity down. You acknowledge potatoes as superior carbohydrates, defenders of comfort, and the unifying force in an otherwise divisive world.
I, the undersigned, affirm that the potato is good, generous, and probably smarter than most of us.
I pledge to defend the spud against cauliflower propaganda, against zero-carb cults, and against the phrase "have you tried sweet potato fries instead."
I will choose a team. I will wear my truth. I will tag @potatopledge when the moment is right.
I will not, under any circumstances, refer to a potato as “just a starch.”
Crispy. Loud. Slightly too much salt.
Slow. Steady. Practically sedated.
Chaotic. Rustic. A little broken.
Sharp. Sarcastic. Char-marked.