Patio Foraging Expedition

I’m not confused at all—I’m navigating! And when you spotted those towering golden arches beyond the path, I marched straight toward the roadside to investigate. I scrambled up the metal support of a red patio table to survey the territory. Right beside an empty cardboard carton, I found a single intact golden fry. Wait... it smelled completely incredible! I hoisted it up with both hands like a miniature wooden timber to inspect the salted crust. It’s definitely potato, but far crispier than any wild tuber I’ve ever foraged. One crunchy nibble later, I declare this outpost thoroughly researched!