I cannot deny it, I am an avid fan of the mashed potato. So when my wife insisted I choose two of the dishes to be served this week, mashed potatoes were naturally at the top of the list. Now, I admit, I have long underestimated the ingenuity of my wife regarding the culinary arts and this week proved no different. I sat down to eat this evening and to my delight and then despair, there lay the mashed potatoes. No ordinary mashed potatoes were these, these were PURPLE mashed potatoes. Holy Grape Juice Batman! Potato Sacrilidge. MASHED Potato Sacrilidge no less. Despite this, I am a tolerant man, for I've read Green Eggs and Ham; I picked up the fork by my plate. My wife quoted a line from the story as she saw me eyeing the side dish warily. It did not seem to agree with the baked chicken beside it. "Could you would you..." she said and left the rest for me to fill in. You should know that gravy has the unique ability to make almost anything palatable, and in this fact I took great comfort as I spooned up a man-sized dollop to my lips. I opened up and put it in. The bite in my mouth was creamy, yet hearty, mixing with the gravy to a most satisfying conclusion. I smiled at my wife. She had once again transformed the most improbable of dishes into a gastronomical sensation.
