That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for June 17, 2020

A rare painting of Esmeralda Marlborough-Winston – inventor of the spittoon.

“I’ve got it! A young girl goes to a wizard school…” (Oooh, so close)

At times like these Greta wished she had learned to read so she would have an excuse to avoid kitchen work.

Do I hit her with the potato or just stab her? Anything to stop her reading out that darn book

googling ‘how to peel a potato’ the old-fashioned way…

Take one step closer with that masher and see what happens…

“Sorry Martha. I just can’t find the recipe for boiled potatoes. “

“You say potato, and I say potato. Potato, potato, let’s call the whole thing off.”

A performer like that is one way to make sure bars and clubs operate at below capacity.

America’s Got Talent has already heard “I Dreamed a Dream”, sis.

Lizzie Borden Wishing she had an axe Instead of a potato peeler.

“What deity must I implore/ to be freed of this odious chore ?/ Whilst I peel this potato/ she’s reading me Plato../ I just can’t take any more..”

I see the stereotypes started early: The blond sister is sitting in the sunshine, dressed stylishly and getting ready for guests while the frumpy brunette is sitting in the dark, hunched over a book.

She looks awfully happy for someone trying to peel potatoes with a butter knife. How high is she?

With the beautiful warm sun on her face, Sue went off into a lovely reverie. The sun…the knife..her mother…ah.

No, the book clearly says to hold the knife in the left hand and the potato in the right.

“If that parrot screams about wanting a cracker one more time, I’m going to slit it’s throat with this razor.”

" Ah, only forty three more to go."

“A 200 page technical manual for a paring knife with no moving parts? That’s the last time I buy kitchenware from Army Surplus.”

“Coming to you live, from Miss Clarissa’s readathon: It looks like she’s getting ready to turn the page…..yeeesss, her forefinger is between the pages…….”

“One quick slash across her throat " she thinks, _"and I can shut this bible blatherer up for good!":

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A Prairie Home Companion, the early days.

Peeling potatoes: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Adrien_Jean_Madiol_Peeling_potatoes_1873.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Other than van Gogh mentioning him in a letter to his brother 

http://vangoghletters.org/vg/letters/let164/letter.html 

I couldn’t find any online info about this artist, besides what’s pointed to by the title URL, which indirectly points to his Dutch Wikipedia page: 

https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adriaan-Jan_Madiol 

(currently has his correct lifespan – many websites incorrectly say he died in 1892 – again, Google Chrome can automatically translate as necessay). First work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2472 (June 16, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

“Ok. It says here to firmly grip the man’s…OMG. I CAN’T READ ANYMORE!”

“Come on! I got this prop out and everything! Keep going!”

Two sisters in sweet repose/ each in her own specialty’s throes/ the one peels potatoes/ the other reads Plato’s / effusions. Which would you have chose ? (I think I’d want both of those…)

((“Kill or not to kill?… Kill or…”))

Clarissa took great joy in her work, but a minder was always needed nearby to keep her focused on the task.

" It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture – a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees – very gradually – I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever." – E.A. Poe, “The Tell-Tale Heart”

Everybody’s concentrating on the potatoes and no one saw the “Dad Joke”? Come on Father’s Day is Sunday.

Silivia just finished carving up the bird in the window and now is working on potatoes,going to be a great dinner. her mother isn’t quite sure.

The president peeled potatoes.

We must repeal them.

This just isn’t any fun anymore. What you say that tomorrow we go back to wearing our lumberjack clothes?

I’m always amazed at how far we depart from the original captions of these comics….

The one reading the book would be much more interesting to know (in whichever way you want to take that).