Ms. Knit-Whit and I paid a visit to the farmers market this morning as she was on a gathering trip for some kitchen adventuring. I was just along for the ride, but we had some good laughs and I couldn't resist buying some uber-mini potatos. As it turns out, I enjoyed photographing them more than I did eating them, but it was worth the $1 either way:

Yes, really, that's a potato impaled on one of what I call my "Barbie forks".
As for Disco Ken, I really have no idea about him and that's just the nickname I've given him. I've googled and googled and have never been able to track down his real name or anything about him. Gotta love those rock hard silver abs, though.