the girls both used to love potatoes, something which they inherited from mama's German + Welsh family, i assume. and then, one of them up and decided that she no longer liked potatoes - in any form - just like that. and frankly, it was hard not to take it as an insult.
well, after a good year of putting up with this nonsense, i finally decided that i'd approach the situation from a different angle, namely that of her favorite color. and it seems i've found her kryptonite, thanks once again to the farmer's market because somebody ate up all of her organic oven roasted purple potatoes last night. she left the pink ones and the yukon golds, but i do declare we have made progress. (but let's keep that between us.) xoxo
