That should be more alliterative, like Patty and the Purple Potatoes. That sounds like it would make a good children’s book. I’m also thinking that Purple Potatoes (I like to capitalize it) doesn’t even sound like a real thing, but it is. I just ate some.
Since today is Non-Sequitur Thursday, I will just interject that the poor dog across the street is barking mournfully. I don’t think he likes to be left outside by himself. If I still had a dog, I would have her here in the living room with me, even if she did keep bothering me for a treat or to pet her or take her for a walk. Sorry, just a little pang of sadness, because Tabby used to eventually lie down on the floor or love seat and patiently wait till I was ready to pay attention to her. I’m sure other dog owners understand.
Where was I? Ah yes, purple potatoes. I purchased them at T & J’s Fruits and Vegetables in Herkimer, NY. I had gone in primarily for some celery for my lunch. While there I realized I also needed some tossed salad fixings, cheddar cheese, red bell peppers, and oh yeah, some potatoes. We don’t buy potatoes all the time these days and lately I’ve been craving some.
Potatoes sometimes get a bad nutritional rap, but that’s only because carbohydrates has become such a dirty word that nobody can even say all the syllables any more (and don’t get me started on that!). Well, really, you don’t have to deep fry them or eat them by the heaping mound. I’m sure they are perfectly good for you in moderation. So I started to grab some salt potatoes (oh, just be quiet, whichever of you was going to get onto me about salt; I don’t use the whole packet!).
“We have purple potatoes now,” a lady said. I think she was one of the owners, but I foolishly did not ask.
She explained that purple potatoes are better for you than the regular kind. They don’t raise your cholesterol. That shows how much I pay attention. I didn’t know potatoes were bad for cholesterol. I thought that was bacon.
“You cook them the same as the regular kind?” I asked. Yes, I was told. They are just like the regular kind only purple all the way through. So I bought them. I baked them in a kind of a casserole with the red pepper, some onion, cheese, sour cream… oh a bunch of stuff. It was YUMMY!
I ate some of the leftovers before making this post. As you can see, it gave me enough energy to make a post that is NOT me whining about how I’m too tired and busy to write a blog post. Tune in again on Lame Post Friday when Mohawk Valley Girl says, “EEEE! It’s Opening Night for Lunch Hour at Ilion Little Theatre!!!”
PS. The dog stopped barking. Maybe his people let him in the house.
