Already have sweet potatoes. Maybe I'll do them separately.

I wouldn't do carrots and sweet potatoes together, they're too similar in color and flavor. That may just be me, though.

We do beef stew with carrots, mushrooms, onion, cabbage, and a splash of red wine--no potato substitute, and it's pretty good.

someone who is allergic to regular potatoes

That would SUCK.

Did we know that there is an actual word for navel-gazing? How awesome is that?

omphaloskepsis om-fuh-loh-SKEP-sis , noun; 1. contemplation of one's navel as part of a mystical exercise.

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worst mystical exercise ever.

Notes from my visit to the drive up ATM: 1. two prior customers found that working the ATM with the left hand was too challenging and were forced to bend their bodies half way out of the car to operate it with their right hand 2. there was an active bird nest located on top of the security camera which made the wait for the 3 prior cars more entertaining 3. a moment of gratitude that pressing and pounding the buttons repeatedly with fingers, hand, and fist did not break the machine before my turn.

I think there must be something wrong with me - I have more patience with soduku than Angry Birds.

For brain exercise on my home computer I have 3 tabs open with Crossword puzzles, Jigsaw puzzles, and Sudoku. All in easy mode because I am lazy.

Sounds right to me, Andi.

Jigsaw puzzles

I swear by the Magic Puzzles app on my iPad. In fact, I now do puzzles on my commute. The free daily puzzles on easier mode, and other puzzles on the more difficult level.

someone who is allergic to regular potatoes

That would SUCK.

Eh, it's not so bad. Once you assimilate the fact of how you feel when you try to sneak a bite or two. You get used to doing other things, but yeah. Every once in a while I just want baked with sour cream, or herbed fried wedges or twice-baked with bacon and chives, and feel terribly deprived and put-upon that I could have it, but there would be consequences. There's the tomato thing, too. I give myself the option of finding the most beautiful, most fragrant, most perfect homegrown tomato, and having one perfect tomato sandwich with mayo, salt, and paprika every summer, and count the consequences worth it. Peppers--all kinds--are totally out, though, onion is possible if it's cooked for hours (stews, soups). Same with wheat, though the reactions are different and not as severe, as long as I have a *little* of it, infrequently.

You make your choices, and you adapt. And sometimes you grumble and whine.