Energy ZAPPING veggie you should never eat

• Avoid eating This vegetable

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• Men and women are
  feeling slggish after eating it.

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• It is nearly night, dear, she said. How do you feel? Tommy blinked several times before replying. How do I feel? Not tho wet ath I did latht night. I thmell thupper! exclaimed Tommy, sitting up suddenly. I told you it was nearly night. Lets go out and see the girls. How good they all are to us! I thuppothe they will all be looking at me and following me about ath though I wath thome thort of curiothity, complained Grace. Of course you would not like that. It would embarrass you, wouldnt it, Tommy? It
  
  would embarrath me more if they didnt, answered Tommy honestly, puckering her face into frowns and squinting up at Harriet so whimsically that the older girl burst into a peal of merry laughter. Instantly following the laugh, Janes head was thrust through the tent opening. The head was in disorder, for Jane had found no time to attend to her hair. She had been working, which meant that she had been accomplishing things, for Jane was a host in herself when it came to work. Excuse the condition
  
  of my crowning glory, darlins, but I couldnt wait to comb it. I have been sent to tell you that the grease is on the bacon and the potatoes are popping open in the hot ashes of the cook fire. Were going to cut off the tops of them, dig out a tunnel and fill the tunnel with butter. Um, um! Now, what do you think of that? In a twinkling Tommy was out of bed and gleefully hurrying into her clothes. I thought it would interest you, darlin, chuckled Jane. You dress as if you were going to a fire, declared Harriet, with a good-natured laugh. She is, answered Crazy Jane; the camp fire--the cook fire, I should say. Tommy, during this
  
  dialogue, had not uttered a word. Finally, having got into her clothes to her satisfaction, she darted from the tent, spinning Jane half-way around as she dashed past her, the little girl twisting her hair into a hard knot as she ran. I want a potato with a hole in it, she shouted the moment she came in sight of the cook fire. Some one snatched a hot tuber from the ashes and tossed it to her. Tommy caught the potato, but dropped it instantly and began cooling her fingers. I want one with a hole in it, she insisted. Bring it here and you shall have it, replied Miss Elting. Instead of picking up the potato and carrying it,
  
  Tommy propelled it along with the toe of her boot. She did not propose to burn her fingers again. The guardian gouged out a hole to the bottom, filling the hole with butter, Tommys eyes growing larger and larger. Then she began to eat the potato with great relish, after having seasoned it with salt and pepper. This was no time for words, nor were any uttered until nothing but the blackened skin of the potato was left. Thave me! gasped Tommy. Pleathe, may I have another? Dont you think it would be well to wait