This afternoon, I made potato soup. A key ingredient of potato soup is potatoes. Unlike some members of the Cairo Mission, I buy my produce locally. Local potatoes are quite tasty but come in varying degrees of dirtiness. Sometimes they’re just a little dusty and sometimes they have some caked-on dirt. Today’s potatoes had been pulled from a field and had a small amount of excess dirt knocked off. And Egyptian dirt is thick, black, and gooey.
Not wanting to spend the next three days cleaning the dirt from beneath my fingernails, I threw the potatoes in my sink, covered them with water and (remembering high school chemistry lessons about the differing polarities of water and dirt) squirted some soap in.
Sophia wandered up and used one of her newer phrases to ask ‘What are you doing?’ I told her that I was washing potatoes. She then stated that she too would like to wash the potatoes. Happy to concede the field, I pulled up a chair for Sophia and left her to her business.
Fifteen minutes later I came to take possession of the potatoes for chopping. Every one was spotless. Perhaps I can see if I can hire her out to the potato farmers for some extra cash.