The evening before Thanksgiving dinner means peeling potatoes. At least for me. Somehow I am the "mashed potato expert" who has the job of bringing pounds of mashed potatoes to the family gathering.
One of the potatoes in the 20 pound bag (how does a 20 pound bag of potatoes cost less than a latte?) was wet. I thought that was a bit odd since the bag has been sitting on a dry porch. Peeling the potato revealed that it had no center -- just a home for white grubs chewing away.
Needless to say, that potato did not make it into the mashed potatoes.