Monday night nightshades.

Thanks to this ongoing promotion, I now know what ten pounds of potatoes looks like. And what it means to carry ten pounds of potatoes around in a backpack.

In related news, this totebag easily holds ten pounds of potatoes, which is perhaps an overly narrow superlative, but nevertheless something I can vouch for from personal experience.

What I'm having trouble with is figuring out exactly what to do with the nine pounds I have left over after making soup earlier this evening. There are only so many frittatas I can make. I'm sure to find something else, and in the meantime, I'll appreciate the spectacle.