Or "tater-peelin'" if you feel so inclined.
Whenever I hear someone say "tater", I'm reminded of an overheard conversation that happened more than 10 years ago.
My family was traveling in Austria with our clogging team, performing for 10 days around the country. A few other teams were traveling with us, several of which were from states in the south.
At one venue, a husband and wife were having a conversation nearby. The husband was talking about "taters," when his wife, clearly frustrated about his continual mispronunciation of the word, said to him:
"They're not taters! They're PUH-taters!"
I'll never forget that.
Camera: Canon 40D, 1/6s, f/5.6 at ISO 160
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