When you came out looking red as a beet,
You had wrinkles on the bottoms of your feet.
Oh, you are so sweet potato!"
Our kitchen sink is full of fresh-scrubbed garden potatoes at the moment. I love how the tender skins wash right off without having to peel them when they're fresh out of the garden.
Today Johnathan, Lilly & Beau came marching through the house carrying buckets of veggies from the garden & Beau announced (in his happy, sing-song voice of enthusiasm) "Mom, we are going to have a FEAST!" Mitch has pork tenderloin in the smoker. I think BBQ and potatoes are wonderful together. Sweet corn, too. Our sweet corn has been great this year. But this isn't about corn, it's about potatoes.
Idaho is known for their spuds, and it just so happens that I'd love to go to Idaho. I think it looks like a gorgeous place. It does make me think of Napoleon Dynamite, a little. And "tots."
The story of my great grandpa's decision to leave Finland & come to America took place in a potato field, if I remember correctly.
My father-in-law made potato salad for our wedding, 14 years ago in August. I've never eaten potato salad, though I've made it a few times.
Humble, earth friendly, easy to grow and versatile.
That's my free write about potatoes today.
How do you like your potatoes?