blep (cloudjumper)

To make a consistent fry, any manufacturer begins with uniform-sized and -shaped potatoes that are sliced into standard lengths and forms. Each day tens of thousands of potatoes enter a water line that flows rapidly through a long tube. Traveling now at thirty miles per hour, the potato surges through an iron mesh as sharp as ninja steel. What was once whole is now sliced into more than twenty perfect fries. But hidden within this Cadillac process is the genesis of another Cinderella story: the tater tot, born from the scraps and orphans that the french fry process leaves behind.