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Two potatoes, cubed

Callistemon

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I laugh every time I see that in a recipe book. :smile:

And think, "How many potatoes?" :tonguewink:

Continued ongoing teaching of basic mathematical stuff to kids as part of the science curriculum did that to me. Kids think this is funny too when they first learn about to-the-power-of. Just like they think the absurdities in the English language are funny, because they're just learning them. Some retain the awareness of various amusing absurdities, many will begin to see them as "normal".

I actually think it's healthy to stay aware of absurdities and not to take things like that for granted. On the fun side, it creates a lot of humour, which is good for mood, immunity, etc. On the more serious side, it's not good, for example, when we all do stupid stuff as a society and that's "normalised" so that people accept it as standard-background, rather than being acutely aware that there are issues that need to be addressed.

Here's a favourite quote:

To summarize briefly: A white rabbit is pulled out of a top hat. Because it is an extremely large rabbit, the trick takes many billions of years. All mortals are born at the very tip of the rabbit’s fine hairs, where they are in a position to wonder at the impossibility of the trick. But as they grow older they work themselves ever deeper into the fur. And there they stay. They become so comfortable they never risk crawling back up the fragile hairs again. Only philosophers embark on this perilous expedition to the outermost reaches of language and existence. Some of them fall off, but others cling on desperately and yell at the people nestling deep in the snug softness, stuffing themselves with delicious food and drink.


Ladies and gentlemen,” they yell, “we are floating in space!” But none of the people down there care. “What a bunch of troublemakers!” they say. And they keep on chatting: Would you pass the butter, please? How much have our stocks risen today? What is the price of tomatoes? Have you heard that Princess Di is expecting again?

― Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World
 
Two potatoes, cubed...

I laugh every time I see that in a recipe book. :smile:

And think, "How many potatoes?" :tonguewink:
That reminds me of...

Q: What do you get when you divide a pumpkin's circumference by its diameter?
A: Pumpkin pi...!
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Ah, I love that book!

Yeah, really excellent, love it too! :)

I just saw the thread title and now I am hungry again.

So I think maybe in the case of starving-hyena hunger you may like to have eight potatoes (perhaps baked with nice toppings), rather than just two chopped-up ones? ;)

That reminds me of...

Q: What do you get when you divide a pumpkin's circumference by its diameter?
A: Pumpkin pi...!
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Love the drum kit. Where are you getting your animated emojis? :cool:
 
Love the drum kit. Where are you getting your animated emojis? :cool:
I copy/copied them from different forums [fora?] that I have been on and keep copies of them in an album here. Feel free to capture your own copies of them, if you like, but hot-linking to someone else's hosted images is not a good practice.
 
That is a very good point, @Suzette! Especially if you don't buy cookie-cutter supermarket potatoes, but get all shapes, all sizes growing your own or from farmers' markets! :)

My husband wants to weigh everything. He was quite surprised that I have a science degree but don't do that! I think he expected a science-trained person to cook as if it was a laboratory task. :yum:

I think it discombobulates him sometimes to see me just chucking stuff about. And then he probably gets cognitive dissonance that it tastes good even though I didn't measure everything! :tonguewink:

He on the other hand measures everything and when he cuts up vegetables, it's a fine arts project. He makes the best stir-fries because he has a knack for when to put everything in so that no vegetable ends up overcooked...
 
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@Callistemon, I live in Mexico and my local store seldom has consistent veggies. On my last grocery run I bought a kilo of potatoes, none bigger than a walnut. The time before that a kilo was exactly 2 spuds.

I don't weigh or measure when I cook either. It's just dinner :). But to my ocd mom it is another source of anxiety. :( (I was 40 before I realized her nacississim was rooted in anxiety)
 
I love funny homeschool math!

Two potatoes, cubed, (2^3 or 2x2x2) is eight potatoes!!

I am a potato fiend, so I just might be tempted to add that much to a recipe. lol
 
@Callistemon, I live in Mexico and my local store seldom has consistent veggies. On my last grocery run I bought a kilo of potatoes, none bigger than a walnut. The time before that a kilo was exactly 2 spuds.

I don't weigh or measure when I cook either. It's just dinner :). But to my ocd mom it is another source of anxiety. :( (I was 40 before I realized her nacississim was rooted in anxiety)
Think about if potatoes were clones ,attack of the clone potato, I like the individuality ,mass production can be creepy and such waste oy vey food waste
 
That is a very good point, @Suzette! Especially if you don't buy cookie-cutter supermarket potatoes, but get all shapes, all sizes growing your own or from farmers' markets! :)

My husband wants to weigh everything. He was quite surprised that I have a science degree but don't do that! I think he expected a science-trained person to cook as if it was a laboratory task. :yum:

I think it discombobulates him sometimes to see me just chucking stuff about. And then he probably gets cognitive dissonance that it tastes good even though I didn't measure everything! :tonguewink:

He on the other hand measures everything and when he cuts up vegetables, it's a fine arts project. He makes the best stir-fries because he has a knack for when to put everything in so that no vegetable ends up overcooked...

I can relate to that. My husband is so OCD that he cuts up everything in precise, equal measurements. If I ask him to cube something, he minces it. It drives me NUTS.
 
I can relate to that. My husband is so OCD that he cuts up everything in precise, equal measurements. If I ask him to cube something, he minces it. It drives me NUTS.

I cooked like that but my grandma explained that they used to not have measuring cups. She learned to cook back in the 1920s on a dairy farm in Kentucky. Handful of this, about so much of that, maybe throw something on a scale, use a teacup instead of a measuring-cup. They cooked in a "fast" or "slow" oven instead of preheating, because the metal thermometer on the stove door wasn't super accurate.

It is amazing just how sloppy you can actually be when cooking most things, and still get a good result.
 
Get upset with tablespoon or a teaspoon. A pinch or two pinches is so much faster. I thought it was a recipe post. Scallop potatoes takes me back to my mom's cooking. That perfect white tart pan held scallop potatoes and upside down pineapple cake and New York style cheese cake for the hungry peasants that inhabited the abode.
 
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I love funny homeschool math!

Two potatoes, cubed, (2^3 or 2x2x2) is eight potatoes!!

I am a potato fiend, so I just might be tempted to add that much to a recipe. lol

lol. I am so not atuned to math that I missed that entirely! I am thinking, how big of potato? How big of cube? :p
 
I cooked like that but my grandma explained that they used to not have measuring cups. She learned to cook back in the 1920s on a dairy farm in Kentucky. Handful of this, about so much of that, maybe throw something on a scale, use a teacup instead of a measuring-cup. They cooked in a "fast" or "slow" oven instead of preheating, because the metal thermometer on the stove door wasn't super accurate.

It is amazing just how sloppy you can actually be when cooking most things, and still get a good result.
I have one cup that I measure with for savory items. Its just a mug. But mostly I just have a sense of how many glugs are close to a cup or what a pile of spices look like when it is close to a teaspoon, a tablespoon etc.
 
Humor is a great all around coping mechanism.

Absurdity is one of my favorite veins.

Today my wife finally prevailed upon me that it was time to take down the Christmas tree (March 27th) . She is usually tolerant of some of my eccentricities and I like the pretty lights. We had no sooner started when it began snowing heavily coating the ground quickly with a fresh blanket of white. 'See...' I bemoaned 'We took it down too early.'

She has her limits however. She has stated frankly that if I ever pull my sweat pant waistband up to my neck again she will divorce me. :D
 

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