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mnfaure insists that I've called her a piggy here or at least insinuated it, without admitting to piggishness of my own, although anyone that reads my blog will probably have figured out the piggishness already. Sooooo...

Hello, my name is May, and I am a piggy. I just ate 6 pieces of knækbrød with butter and honey. I love food! I sometimes eat more than C - and in fact one of the first things he said to me when we started seeing each other was "I like that you eat, instead of just sitting there picking your food and worrying about your weight".

And yes, I've been known to eat to the point of immobility.

I partially blame it on my Asian genes. :p

And this brings a British nursery rhyme to mind that my mother used to read to me when I was little, it has nothing to do with food, but everything to do with Piggy:

Piggy on the railroad, picking up stones.
Along came the engine driver, broke all Piggy's bones.
"Ouch!", cried Piggy, "That's not fair!"
"Ha!", said the engine driver, "I don't care!"

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And we dug up our second potato plant today. The yield was 1,1 kg, compared to last weeks 400 grams, so I'm estimating that the plants at their maximum will yield around 1,5-2 kgs per plant. :)