Meg's class had a bonfire and baked the sweet potatoes they grew this year today. (What with the using of hot glue guns, the hand scythes, the flying fox and now bonfires I am thinking this school is actually in a production f 'Junior Survivor: primary school' or something!)
She had a ball and came home smelling of smoke and without her jacket on. It was 10 degrees and windy so I asked about the lack of jacket.
"It's in my bag. I'm keeping my baked potato warm."
We made some herbal tea and broke open the potato.
I was taken aback:
We grow sweet potatoes every year. We've grown many varieties but never anything quite this vivid.
It tasted just like a regular sweet potato and we checked and our tongues didn't change colour after eating it but still rather odd to eat something quite that colour without the aid of artificial colouring!