Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
Reblogging because I’m Irish. And I live in the home of these potatoes. And they are magical.
This is what they look like before midnight. But come that magic hour, when the Potato Fairy (great Queen Solanacea herself) visits them and imbues the worthy ones with her power, they take on the true golden gleam and hue that shows forth their goodness to the world.
Only for the hours between midnight and dawn (or when they cross your dash) may they bend the forces of the world to their finders’ benefit. After that they conceal their virtue under mere vitamin content and their quality as chips. Yet they are always golden at heart.
