I like potatoes.....

.....really I do, and I have nothing against the colour purple but, dear readers, I simply cannot get my head round the two put together.

Adrian saw these in the supermarket the other day and thought they looked interesting ~ which is how they ended up in my kitchen LOL They cook and taste just the same as regular tatties but I can't seem to get past the colour ~ it rather put me off the roasties we had with lunch last Sunday. I was sort of hoping they would revert to the more normal potato colour but they are purple all the way through ~ and when I par-boiled them, the water turned green and they stayed purple! And can you imagine purple mash???

It sounds quite mad, I know, but I couldn't bring myself to use them when I made potato wedges for dinner last night. Adrian thinks it's funny, this aversion I have to purple potatoes. I must confess, dear readers, that I would never have imagined that purple potatoes would make me feel so peculier. They just don't look right and it certainly doesn't feel right to be eating PURPLE POTATOES!

We still have five of the weird little blighters sitting forlornly in the larder, waiting for someone to do something with them ~ and let's face it, quite obviously it's not going to be your's truly ;-) Oh well, I expect they will only have to wait 'til the weekend when the 'master of the house' (snigger, snigger) does Sunday lunch. He certainly doesn't have any problems with purple potatoes!