Monday, November 23, 2009

An Artful Potato


I suspect it is a recessive gene that allows one to see all sorts of things in almost innocent fruits and vegetables. I always knew I could see lots of things in clouds and vinyl bathroom floors but my sister seemed to have a "special" gift (see her Sexing Lemons post on her Escape from the Library blog). But, alas, I knew I was cursed too when this little fingerling potato left me with no thought in mind but Henry Moore Potato. And then ...five potato, six potato, seven potato, Moore. Honest.


Kate Markey said...

Almost, but not quite, innocent. I bet it has turned many a blind eye to unsavory goings on. Eat your heart out Henry.

Dieverdog said...

Maybe they will install it in front of the museum!