My father has told me more than once that he has one huge regret about how he raised my siblings and me.  If he could go back and do it all over again, he would not teach us to love potato skins and the heels of bread loaves because he had to fight for every one he ate after he did.  Does he have any other parental regrets?  Who knows?  I stopped listening and started drooling after he said 'potato skins'.  Sorry, Dad. Ah the potato.  God's perfect tuber.  I am eternally grateful to my Dad for selflessly showing me the delicious potato skin path through life.   Baked potatoes topped with butter, salt and pepper are a wondrous thing but View Post