Whoops!

So, I sliced up those wonderful fingerling potatoes and sauteed them in butter and served them at a dinner party.  Someone asked me what they were and I said fingerling potatoes. . . and then tasted them.  They really didn't taste like potatoes.  I tasted another one.  It tasted like artichokes.  Which is when I realized that we didn't GET potatoes this week, we'd gotten Jerusalem artichokes. 

I think I just came up with an entirely new way to serve Jerusalem artichokes!