I had a sweet
potato sitting on the counter (but just one)-- and wasn't sure what to make.
Not exact matches
You could even nuke the
potato when you get home from work and then just let it
sit on the
counter until you're ready to make dinner.
I remember
sitting cross-legged
on the kitchen
counter, an annoying trait I still possess, buttering piles and piles of crackers for dad's chicken soup, ripping up bacon for mom's scalloped
potatoes.