The Great Potato Race

(Contributed by bhhiatt)

Once when Mamaw and Papaw (Virginia and B.C.) were visiting us (Jack, Barbara, and family), Mamaw offered to help me prepare dinner. Maybe I should say "insisted" rather than "offered" as she always wanted to help others and felt uncomfortable sitting by and letting others ever do anything for her.
I told her all I had left to do was to peel some potatoes. She insisted on helping. I told her I had only one vegetable peeler. She said, "Oh, I don't use one of those things. All I need is a knife."
"You can peel potatoes faster with thinner peelings with a vegatable peeler," I said.
"No you can't."
"Yes you can."
"No you can't."
So I got her a knife, and the great potato race began.
I've never seen anyone peel potatoes like Mamaw could. I almost worked up a sweat with my vegatable peeler trying to keep up with her.
After the potatoes were all peeled, I declared the race a draw.
But I wouldn't swear to it.