I brought the potatoes home. Dry in the kitchen. The potatoes occupied the whole floor in the kitchen.
In the evening, a friend comes and starts cooking in the kitchen. Through the distance between the kitchen and the room where I’m sitting, I hear “Dear, the potatoes in the refrigerator are gone, go buy.” I never doubted you, dear.
I go to the store, buy a kilo of potatoes, come and pour on the floor in the kitchen, in a common pile. I have never seen such amazed eyes.