Potatoes

My father brought some vegetables again from one of his dance friends. There were tomatoes and potatoes in the paper bag. I noticed that several potatoes were a bit unique. Their skins were deep purplish-red. Seeing them reminded me of a barbecue which I had with my sister in Okinawa. I remember that sliced purple things on the plate. It was obviously meant to be grilled like meat and other vegetables. When we saw them, we misunderstood that the purple things were a Korean food which was a sausage made from pig’s blood. Therefore, we hesitated to touch them. However, my sister bravely started grilling them. When they were cooked, she took a small bite. She smiled at me saying that they were potatoes.