Yesterday evening I snaffled a new potato off my brother's dinner plate. He shooed me away, but let me away with taking a small one. The moment I ate it I wished I'd taken another couple. I'd forgotten how delightful it is to eat a new potato. Light, fluffy, almost citrusy.
I spent too many years in countries where potatoes are sold as "white" or "yellow". I fell out of love with potatoes. Then I came back to Ireland. Even the worst of potatoes in Ireland is better than the giant "white" and "yellow" potatoes. But even with that I had forgotten the glory that is a new potato until I had the Kerr's Pink yesterday.
So tonight my dinner was a bit of fish and potatoes (Arran Victory and Kerr's Pink). Boiled. With a little butter and salt. The small ones I just ate, skin and all. And tomorrow, I might have potatoes again. The next day too because I'll be back in "yellow" and "white" potato land again soon.
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