The first time I ever saw purple potatoes was a Thanksgiving dinner were shared at Warren's house. The colour of the mashed potato was beautiful; a soft mauve that looked so gorgeous on the plate with the green broccoli and orange sweet potato and red cranberry. That dinner is a lovely memory from our first years here, when we were still relatively friendless and new to the city.
We lost Warren this fall. He was a beautiful spirit who touched so many lives. I thought of him this week when I cooked these gorgeous potatoes from the farmer's market.
Sorry for your loss... What a lovely way to remember your him.
ReplyDeleteI have never thought about mashing purple potatoes...so fun! Sounds like a great halloween dish too! :)