Saturday morning, Chris decided to take the three youngest for a hike in the jungle. During their hike, they came upon a potato farm and some native Papuans who lived there. Chris discovered that the guy he was talking to worked in the underground mine and that he liked his Papuan food, that he planted, better than the stuff he could get in the store. The man was generous with his crop and gave more than enough to Chris. So for dinner, Saturday night, Chris boiled them all up for us to eat.
Yes, everyone tried them... I can't say everyone liked them. ;) They were very starchy and didn't have a whole lot of taste to them. The texture was like you were eating wet styrofoam. (I know, probably not a good analogy but the best I could think of at this time.) I have a few pictures of Chris preparing the potatoes, but I forgot to take a picture of them once cooked. :( Maybe next time...
Now don't you all wish you had dinner with us Saturday night?? ;)
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