THE POTATO BABE
I've Grown Up To
Be Any Parent's Worst Nightmare
 Okay, that might be an exaggeration. I never got into
trouble in high school except for one unfortunate
run-in with a two-liter of Wine Coolers, graduated
near the top of my class and was involved in every dorky
honor society. I even did well in college, doing internships
over the summers instead of starring in Girls Gone
Wild videos in South Padre like my sorority sisters.
I worked hard for 10 years in the real world, managing the
public relations department for a professional sports team,
where I was lucky enough to witness a lot of
half-naked baseball players, three All-Star Games
and one thrilling World Series Championship. I even bought
my own home since no man has offered to buy one for
me in Chicago and created a pretty comfortable life
that clearly lacks something for myself.
So when did I careen off this pearly path? When I
was drinking wine and googling one night and
stumbled onto Vagabond Gourmet, one of those culinary travel
companies that allows dorks foodies like me go on fabulous
vacations to savor the delectable fattening
cuisines of beautiful cities across the world. Laura and
Steve, two complete and obviously insane strangers
the owners of Vagabond Gourmet, spoke to my parole
officer and offered me a chance to travel with them
for way less than I’m worth to peel
potatoes run tours in Tuscany and Provence this
summer.
So I subletted my condo I hope those online
background checks work, gave my car and the
Bitch on Board bumper sticker to a friend and
committed to spending three months in Europe did I
tell you I’ve never met them on the culinary
adventure of a lifetime. My parents rightly
think I’m nuts and should get a job and act like an adult
and my sister is jealous of her dorky sister for the
first time ever.
I’m ignoring them going to tell you every
delicious morsel and embarrassing story that Steve
and Laura will deny so you can enjoy our adventures
with us. Be sure to check back each week to make
sure I haven’t gone AWOL to taste it for yourself.
Bon Appetit Voyage!
Kate the Great
Potato Babe
Foodie with a Passport
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