Oh a drop in numbers last month. Folks may still be recuperating after the holidays. I'd worry about it, but I have enough to fret over. Thanks to all who did participate and to our newcomers, too. It's always fun to meet new bloggers.
I've lost ten pounds of potatoes. I purchased them for our December 27 family dinner. That day arrived and I couldn't find them so I used odds and ends I had about the house: five or so russets mixed with a couple of pounds of red-skins and an odd nondescript white or two tossed in. They turned out fine, whipped with creamed cheese, butter, salt and pepper and plopped into the crockpot to stay warm.
Yesterday, I went sniffing through the closets once again. I figure I'll find them eventually and I don't want it to be the hard way. It is worrisome. I'd stop looking if both John and I didn't very clearly remember them coming into the house on that last marketing day. We even remember the potatoes sitting quite cheekily on the kitchen chair for a few days. Then they wandered off. Perhaps they grew bored.
Obviously, the lady of the house tucked them somewhere and now she's forgotten. I could mash thrash her.