I was out in the garden yesterday just doing a little veggie picking (mostly beans, tomatoes, and cucumbers still at this point–and a few peppers here and there). And I noticed a pinkish purple little guy trying to push himself out of the ground in the potato patch.
Our potatoes have been looking terrible for weeks, so I was assuming it was time to dig them, but we just haven’t had time. . . and apparently I was right. This guy just couldn’t wait to get out!
I planted some purple potatoes and some red/pink ones, so I wasn’t sure which kind this one was–it was sort of purply and sort of pink.
So I cut it open.
It’s obviously one of the “red” varieties I planted, of which there were two. But since one was a fingerling (Red Thumb Fingerling), and this one is most definitely round, I’m guessing this one is Mountain Rose–the tag in the catalog said it had “bright red skin and flesh which retains it’s color when cooked.” I said, yeah, I’m guessing it’s pretty much pink, and I guess I was correct on that one.
It was pretty small–about an inch and a half across–and I cut it in slices, fried it in a little oil, salt, and pepper, and ate it.
It was delicious.