You know, living in Kazakhstan like I do, I'm used to getting hit with weird random cravings. Sometimes my reptilian brain starts shouting "bacon!" or "miiiilkshaaaake" or "pomegranatepomegranatepomegrante" and I cope.
But plain boiled potatoes? That's getting into "what am I, pregnant?" territory. At this rate I am liable to start eating dirt.IF
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