(or " Making the Most of a Senior Moment....")
Face it. We all have them. Probably some of us more than others...and they can certainly make life interesting, if not exasperating.So, I was planting the seed potatoes last Spring, and I got distracted in the middle of the job... (Say it isn't so!!) and put down the bag of fingerlings. Somewhere. After an hour or so of futile searching, I gave up. Figured somebody (the goat) found them and ate them, or they were going to get wet and rot somewhere.
Ta Da!!! Found them in August in my Craft Room next to the Beading Basket. (I have NO idea...) Having a recently emptied spot in the garden, I put them in. What the heck?...
Last week I harvested. The plants did pretty well - never got to flower, but apparently that is not a requirement for taters. The tubers grow in response to day length and plant size. A 1+ pound bag of (slightly) dehydrated seed potatoes yielded over 6 lbs. of crop. Plenty of the usual fingerling size tubers, some seed tubers for next year, and lots of fun, little tater "tots" that we tossed in the fryer, roasted with fall veggies, and fried up as hash browns.
Not going to change farming policy around here, but certainly nice to know there is such a thing as late potatoes...
Not everyone thought they were tasty....but who asked her anyway???
3 comments:
I am the poster child for senior moments right now. I can't believe you got such a great tater harvest! Woot! Those are awfully nice looking taters, too.
Fortunately you didn't find them by smell in your craft room! I'm impressed they had such a good yield after being planted so late.
I love your potato story. I LOVE that cat picture at the end.
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