Pass the potatoes, will ya?

Join me for a St. Patty's Day-inspired journey from Ireland to the Andes and back.

I love potatoes. I love them in all their shapes and sizes. I love a russet potato with its dark freckles that remind me of an old, sepia-tinted photo buried at the bottom of a pile of family photos. I love purple potatoes, the little guys and gals that might not spring to mind immediatley when you think of potatoes but nonetheless leave you hankering f…