There are sweet advantages to having a slightly color-blind husband.
He motioned with his arm and said, "There's a bag of blue potatoes over there."
But I wandered over to the bag and saw these delicious young red potatoes. I did a happy dance. They are goregous and smell like dirt and life. They smell of hope.
Last year we (he... the potatoes were his domain) managed 300 pounds of potatoes, and we didn't know what we were doing. This year, we scaled back on planting but hope to make every potato count in our dinners and breakfasts. These will do nicely!