ONE POTATO...

What comes to mind when you think of country gardens?
... Neat, tidy rows?
.... Rich, black organic loam?
..... Lush, green plants ready for harvest?

Well.... Martha Stewart I am not. I live in the REAL country. What you’re looking at is our potato patch. Somewhere under ALL those weeds are the potatoes John planted in June, and today was the day I had to sort through those weeds and find one potato for dinner.

Yes, I did consider skipping the potato in the recipe OR going to the grocery store, but we DID plant the potatoes and they ARE organic and I wasn't DOING anything else at the moment, and heavens knows I NEEDED the exercise, so.....

To the left is the result of a good hour and a half of toe touching, sweating, arm lifting, grunting, deep knee bending, even crawling… all in the name of weed pulling. The more I ached the more I told myself that some people pay good money for such treatment; that this might not have happened if I hadn’t spent all summer sitting on my backside gallivanting around in an old VW camper; etc. etc. To be honest, I really didn’t think a whole lot about potatoes.

Anyway, on the “up” side I did get one ENTIRE row weeded even though I really only needed to weed a couple of feet for that potato. On the “down” side (which is actually off to your right) there’s a whole other row to weed. However, this body had had enough spa treatment for one day.

But I got my potato! Is that all I got? You bet. I may weed but digging is really a 2 person job. John digs & I pick them up. Works for me. Spas aren’t just for women, you know.