Tonight’s supper was open faced Denver sandwiches with hashbrowns (baby potatoes fresh from the farmer’s market- yum!). Well, Alice thought otherwise. I brought her supper up to her blue table, and went down to get mine. When I came back up, she was placing potatoes neatly on either side of her plate. I asked what she was doing- she said “I’m taking these off my plate, I don’t like them” I told her they were just potatoes, and delicious! She said, “no, they taste like peanut butter, and they have seeds in them.” Right. Where does she get this stuff?