I hate the word tater. For some reason I can not explain, the word tater absolutely repulses me. Pair it with the word tot and I get extremely grossed out with nightmares of elementary school cafeteria lunches plaguing me in my sleep. Pair it with the word mitt and I will immediately vomit. While I appreciate the idea and concept behind gloves that are especially designed to easily scrub, clean, and peel potatoes, there is no way I could ...