Katie glanced up from the potato in her hand.
Katie shrugged her shoulders and focused on cutting an eye from the potato in her hand.
She threw the potato into a pan and eyed Carmen reflectively.
Carmen picked up a potato and started pealing it.
She gouged an eye out of the potato she was holding.
She finished pealing the potato and threw it into the pan before continuing.
Carmen gave the potato in her hand special attention, carefully weighing her next words.
Katie stared at the potato in her hand.
A little more exploring revealed that the cabinets were stocked with sufficient supplies of dry goods and the potato and onion bins were full.
She rinsed a potato and dropped it in the kettle.
She completed peeling another potato and rinsed it before Claudette finally gave up on a response with an audible sigh.
Cynthia picked up another potato and eviscerated an eye.
Fred said he was too mind-stuffed with all these goings-on to eat a bite of supper, but when Cynthia supplied cold chicken and potato salad, he ate two helpings, just out of politeness.
He was holding court with Fred O'Connor in the parlor, a plate of potato chips and a tuna salad sandwich on his ample lap.
Using instant potatoes she managed to make a passable potato salad and opened a can of baked beans.
He stirred his potato salad thoughtfully.
He casually spooned a bite of potato salad into his mouth and methodically chewed and swallowed it.