Actually I don’t say potahto. I say tomahto but that’s it in that category. I do love that song with Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. What a musical combo. I love listening to them. Not like today’s singers that overload on those silly runs trying to prove they can sing. If you can sing, just sing!
It was time to harvest the potatoes. I was keeping my fingers crossed we would have a bumper crop and then we’d have to figure out how to store the tremendous bounty. Reality wasn’t quite like that.
We had already harvested the two little towers and didn’t get a whole lot but they were small. We had enough for a few meals. But it was time to tackle the two big ones. You know they are ready when the plants die back.
My husband tipped them over and it was time to dig in. The kids had fun with this. Nothing like getting all dirty!
We had a few good size ones like this one but many were small and some pea sized. I kept those too. My husband thought I was crazy but dang it we grew them, we’re keeping them!
We filled the bucket about halfway. Not exactly the tremendous bounty I was dreaming about.
But it was more than what we bought to plant and they are delicious. I’ll have to do some research over winter to see how to increase our yield organically. In the meantime roast potatoes and parsnips sounds good.