Surprise people with potato fudge
And be sure to read the joke at the end!

By Marion Owen, Fearless Weeder for PlanTea, Inc. and
Co-author of Chicken Soup for the Gardener's Soul

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Have you ever been to a surprise party? Then you know the anticipation and excitement around pulling it off. Anticipation and excitement happens in the kitchen too, in the form of fun recipes to share with family and friends.

For example, you've heard of zucchini bread and carrot cake? They deserve high marks because they are tasty, unusual and utilize vegetables that are coming out of our ears.

Though old news now, think back to your first meeting with zucchini bread. A pleasant surprise, I bet. Well now there's potato fudge. While not entirely healthy and wholesome, it's great fun to tell people that it's made with the humble "apple of the earth."

Have fun surprising -- and fooling -- your friends and family with this recipe!

Potato Fudge

And now, some potato humor . . .

An old man lived alone in southern Idaho. It was early spring, and he wanted to spade a garden plot to prepare it for planting potatoes. But it was very hard work and he just didn't have the energy.

You see, his only son, who would have helped him, was in prison.

The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament.

A week later, he received a note back, which said, "For heaven's sake, Dad, whatever you do, don't dig up that section of the garden! That's where I buried the GUNS!"

The next morning, bright and early, a dozen police showed up and dug up the entire garden, without finding any guns.

Looking out the kitchen window, the old man thought "Now, what in the world is going on here?" Confused, he wrote another letter to his son telling him what happened, and asked him for advice.

Another week passed and his son's reply arrived in the mailbox. The old man carried the letter up to the house, sat down at the kitchen table and read, "Now plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could for you under the circumstances."