Rejects, soon to be populating the compost heap
We planted potatoes this weekend. This is about 3 weeks later than normal: I kind of hate to think our harvest will likewise be 3 weeks later, but, so be it. Planting them “on time” would’ve been futile. Our very wet and very cold spring, coupled with the clay soil here, would’ve meant rotting potatoes.
There are seriously fewer things that stink as much as a rotten potato. I have stuck my hands in all manner of awful things, but a sodden, rotting potato is a small water balloon of horror.
Likewise, the late planting meant most of the spuds were spookily sprouting little forests of white-armed sprouts climbing from wrinkled tubers. Every year, we consume a lot but not all the potatoes. Every year, I plant more. Every year, I tell myself I need to find someplace colder than my basement to store them. Every year, this mantra is repeated.
But this year, I am glad they’re in the ground. This year the land grab continued as I to devoted even more space to these “apples of the earth” as the French so lovingly call them. This year kind blogging friends have contributed to the variety by generously giving me five crazy ones: All Blues, Swedish Peanut Fingerling, Purple Majesty, Huckleberry and Purple Peruvian Fingerling: I am really looking forward to those beauties! What a little rainbow of colors. (My typical potatoes are much more pedestrian; most are now in their 5th season of seed potatoes grown here so I at least know they grow well. They’re russets, Kennebecs, Pontiacs, Katahdins and Yukons.) Including the new additions, there are a lot of potatoes in the ground now.
I wonder what’ll happen next year.