The proof of the pudding is, after all, in the eating; and it’s on that basis that I grew to dislike sweet potato fries, a homemade attempt at which convinced me they were limp, mushy strands of nothing.
The proof of the pudding is, after all, in the eating; and it’s on that basis that I grew to dislike sweet potato fries, a homemade attempt at which convinced me they were limp, mushy strands of nothing.