When I was a child

I did not mind that there were potatoes and eggs.

I did not care if they took potatoes and smashed them to cook a whitish substance I ineluctably had to eat.

I did not care if eggs were thrown from hens' assholes or that the very matter of life floated inside the whites.

But how come together?

Whoever invented mashed potato + fried eggs must have had a strong stomach.