A Refugee?

I got nothin’ right now. I’m busy trying to write three stories so there is no time for a real post. However, in making dinner today I noticed a strange potato I was getting ready to chop. It oddly looked like a russian nesting doll. Maybe its a refugee? Or it went through some sort of metamorphosis. Sorry refugee potato, but you had to be made into stew.

a potato trying to disguise itself as a Russian Nesting Doll