The Great Baked Potato Incident of Nineteen Fifty-Five. 

images-1My mother, like most mothers, had rules, expressions, little day to day sayings that we as children were to follow.  One of the rules of the home (as she called them) was to “eat everything on your plate.  If you do not, you go to bed.

My father would occasionally back her up with “Eat all of them beans, there are kids in China that do not have any rice.  And I would think to myself “What the hell does he know about China?  He is from Watonga (Wuh-tong-guh) Oklahoma.

My basic problem was I did not like baked potato’s, nor was I a big fan of liver and onions for sure. Continue reading