Dear potatoes,
Thank you for always being there for me. In times of sadness, joy, or even heartbreak--you were there to satisfy my appetite, and even soak up my tears when I needed a friend.
But, potatoes, I know that sometimes you feel inadequate. I am here to tell you that you should never feel this way. You see, you come in many different forms--you can be mashed, fried, baked, curled, strung, and so many other different ways. No matter what form you come in, know that you are loved.