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Mustard Potatoes

August 22, 2026
Mustard Potatoes were a delicious treat when I was a child. Mom would put potatoes on glowing embers inside the cookstove. Mustard was slathered inside crusty potatoes with salt and pepper. A great memory from days gone by.
Editor: Michelle Newman
About the Poet
Mary Bone, Writing Café Journal Ambassador
Writing Café Journal Ambassador
Some of my recent poetry and a short story is currently posted at Literary Yard. Upcoming poetry has been accepted at eMerge Magazine, The Academy of the Heart and Mind, Our Poetry Archives and Chewers by Masticadores.
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