World War II Casserole

"Ooh, I love your tie! And who does your hair?"

I'm  disappointed in last night's debate. I waited to hear the candidates address the issue of my Chinese potato peeler. This remains a serious issue. If you recall, it exploded right in the middle of my preparation for Potatoes Au Gratin, or as we call it in my house, World War II Casserole.

My 'Made in China' peeler

 We call it that because my grandmother made it frequently during the Second World War when meat was rationed, and a plug of Bologna was worth more than a gallon of today's gas. She would add aged Bologna slices for protein, and her Catholic conscience would be free of the most mortal of all mortal sins: WASTING FOOD. Back then, there were no dates on food; we relied on color and appearance to determine if leftovers were fit for human consumption. When the butt-end of the Bologna stick couldn't pass the smell test, and had grown a green patina like a fine copper roof, she scraped off the green and boiled it for an hour or so. In 1943 boiling purified everything. She then sliced the remains and hid it under the potatoes. She covered it with cheese to mask the distinctive flavor of old.
Those guys failed me last night. I don't care if China devalues their money. I use American money. What I care about is this: If the people of China insist on making potato peelers, they should make good ones! They do a great job with chopsticks and TV's and iPhones; can't they make a potato peeler with a life span of more than 3 potatoes?
The candidates seemed more interested in pacing the red carpet in their matching suits than in tackling my issue. They both said we need to create jobs. Could someone just make a good potato peeler?