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To Peel Potatoes

Eastern Europe and Central Asia, Ukraine
Personal Essay

"Life's too short to peel potatoes," a woman in my local supermarket announced, as she put a box of instant mashed potatoes into her cart. When I overheard her I nearly exploded.

After recently returning from my Peace Corps stint in Ukraine, I tend to get defensive about the potato in all its forms: sliced, scalloped, diced, chopped, grated, or julienned; then boiled, browned, french-fried, slow-fried, mashed, baked, or twice-baked—with a dollop of butter or sour cream, yes, thank you.

A large proportion of my time in Ukraine was spent preparing what was, in the winter, nearly the only vegetable available. Minutes and hours added up to days spent handling potatoes. I sized up the biggest, healthiest spuds in the market and bought buckets full, then hauled them home over icy sidewalks.

Winter evenings, when it got dark at 4 p.m., I scrubbed my potatoes thoroughly under the icy tap—we had no hot water—until my hands were numb. Though I like the rough, sour peel and prefer potatoes skin-on, Chernobyl radiation lingered in the local soil, so we were advised to strip off the skins. I peeled and peeled, pulling the dull knife toward my thumb as Svetlana Adamovna had taught me, and brown-flecked stripe after stripe dropped off to reveal a golden tuber beneath. Finally, I sliced them into boiling water or a hot frying pan. My potatoes, my kartopli, sizzled and cooked through, warming up my tiny kitchen in the dormitory until the windows clouded over with steam.

Very often my Ukrainian friends and I peeled and cooked potatoes together, either in my kitchen or in Tanya's or Misha's or Luda's, all the while laughing and talking and learning from each other. Preparing potatoes became for me both a happy prelude to nourishment and, when shared with others, an interactive ritual giving wider scope and breadth to my life.

But how could I explain that feeling to the Instant Woman in a grocery store in the United States? I wanted to say, "On the contrary, life's too short for instant anything."

Now, back home, I'm pressed by all the "instant" things to do. In Ukraine, accomplishing two simple objectives in one day—like successfully phoning Kiev from the post office and then finding a store with milk—satisfied me pretty well. I taught my classes, worked on other projects, and tried to stay happy and healthy along the way.

Now it takes an hour of fast driving to get to work, as opposed to 12 minutes of leisurely walking in Ukraine. I spend hours fiddling with my computer to send "instant" e-mail. Talking to three people at once during a phone call is efficient—not an accident of Soviet technology, as in Ukraine. With so much time-saving, I ought to have hours and hours to peel potatoes. Somehow I don't.

What I wish I'd said to the woman in the supermarket is this: "Life's too short to be shortened by speeding it up."

But I wasn't able to formulate that thought so quickly. Instead, I went to the frozen food section and stared at the Budget Gourmet microwave dinners for a while, eventually coming to the sad, heavy realization that the Szechuan chicken looked delicious—even if it didn't come with potatoes. 

About the Author

John Deever

John Deever served as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Zhitomir, Ukraine, from 1993 to 1995. "Mr. John and the Day of Knowledge" is excerpted from the first chapter of his memoir, Singing on the Heavy Side of the World, in which he describes his two years as a Volunteer teaching English as a foreign language in a Ukrainian elementary and secondary school.

Deever received a B.A. from Otterbein College and an M.A. from Ohio State University. His story "To Peel Potatoes" won the 1996 Peace Corps Experience Award given by RPCV Writers and Readers. You can find many additional stories by other Peace Corps Volunteers online at Peace Corps Writers.

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