Change Potato to Peach
I didn't want to hijack eandhl's post about changing plum to peach, but it reminded me of an embarrassing story from my past and I thought I'd share it with you. It's not about cooking, so if you're not interested in a funny, just SOB.
I am 57 years old. When I was 18 and had been married only a few months, I was at a family gathering at my in-laws' house. A group of us were gathered in the kitchen and my FIL asked me, "Donna, do you know how to turn a potato into a peach?" Of course, I bit. I said that I didn't. He took off one of his socks, dropped a potato into it (which of course stretched the sock), gathered the top of the sock in his fist and held it at his crotch and proclaimed, "Ain't that a peach!"
I can laugh about it now, but at the time I wished I could disappear, but only burst into tears.
Yes, it was crude. I quickly learned not to let his jokes get to me, though. He was actually a sweet man, just had a crude sense of humor.