Danny and I were tinkering around the garden this evening, just chit chatting. He was checking out the potato plants, I was cussing the grasshoppers.
"Guess what?" he asked.
"I'm going inside and gonna have me a baked potato for dinner."
And then he whipped this out.
He had just stuck his finger into the top of the dirt and popped it out. It's a Purple Viking. It's the first time we've planted this variety. He just brought me a bite and oh mylanta--it's heavenly.
Hopefully there are many many MANY more out there!!!