|Divi divi tree, well sort of, Windy Point, and sand scour|
Pathological because eating them is not good for this human.
Desire, because I have been thus far unwilling to give them up.
The lowly potatoes. They are a economical food. I grow them, as my ancestors have for more than 500 years. It feels like an betrayal of my ancestors to give them up. But then some days, for days at a time, they do not call to me. Other days, oh my god. If there was a god, I might be offended with that. It shows how deep religion is buried into our language and speech. It is a pathological desire. They must go.