The Monster Mash

There is a riot in my house tonight. I served mashed purple congo potatoes, which look like the purple mash in this shot. Claire refused to believe they were potatoes, thinks I was trying to poison her, Mark came out with carrots and silverside only on his plate. I said 'Where are your potatoes'. He said, 'I am not eating purple fucken potatoes'. Then said 'Did Claire eat them?' The two of them ganged up on me. Just cos they don't like my monster mash. Bastards.