Smashed Potatoes And Broken Dreams

Once I had a brilliant idea. ONCE! I have had many good ideas in my life. The number of bad ideas is innumerable. Most ideas I conjure up are just inconsequential. But once....once. I was sitting one day eating my favorite food. The potato. I don't remember if it was mashed, fried, boiled or baked. It didn't matter. I loved it. Seriously, my love of the spud is legendary if you know me, or if you live in Idaho. There they call me Job Security.  Anyway, I was enjoying a potato one day when I had my ONE brilliant idea. I want to open a restaurant that serves nothing but potato dishes. Imagine it!!! The number of amazing dishes that come to mind are too numerous to type. Use your imagination. SEE!!! There are so many right? It would be SO great. 

Well, I was listening to the radio the other day when I heard a commercial for "The Valleys only Potato bar." It's called The Hot Potato and it killed my dream.  I know that I can't be the only tuber lover around, but I thought I was the most clever. Guess not. Somebody beat me too it. Uggh! Story of my life.

I however always try to look on the bright side of things. I can now go to a Potato bar!!!! Holy crap! I can't wait.  I'm also trying to be more self aware and honest with myself. I have to admit I am a procrastinator. I am pretty sure that MY version of the Potato bar would never have seen the light of day. For a few reasons:

1) I am not a great cook.

2) Never tried, but probably not a great business man. 

3) I'm lazy. Yep I gotta admit to that one too. 

I am glad someone had the imagination and spunk to open this new place. I don't see how it could be bad. I mean....Potatoes! Hello??? So to the Great Human Being that brings me (and you) this fine establishment I say Hooray for you. The early bird gets the worm. Hmm...and I hope some Potato Pancakes.