Ravings of a Textual Deviant

I followed through on my threat promise last night and baked a pair of purple potatoes to go with dinner. They came out of the oven a dull purplish-brown, but when cut open, were a gorgeous, vivid violet. I think that they tasted like Idaho russets. Ed thinks that they tasted like Idaho russets, “only purpler.” He declined to describe exactly what purple tastes like, though.

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