We have been happily digging up potatoes. There really isn't much digging to be done. We pull off the old straw mulch, yank on the potato plant and lo and behold- the miracle of big, smooth, golden potatoes, waiting to be cuddled up into shirt tails with a few other perfect specimens and carried into the kitchen for a gentle bath. Braised potatoes with garlic and rosemary are nice. Mashed with dill. Sauteed with onions and fresh green beans. I guess we could think about potato salad, baked potatoes with butter and salt and pepper, hashbrowns, potatoes with onions, peppers and sausage. We rarely eat potatoes here. I buy 20lbs a year or so. But when they come right out of the garden--look out! We plant more and more each year, thinking they will last for months.
Maybe this year we will ration. Be reasonable in our potato consumption. I mean, don't we all want some lovely potato gratin with garlic, gruyere and cream for Thanksgiving? Some creamy potato soup on a cold winters night? We can always try for restraint.
Meanwhile, I better go get a few and put them on to boil for some mashed potatoes to go alongside our roast chicken and fresh green beans. Wonder if I can get anyone to skim the cream to make some butter before supper?