Two retired high school teachers from Southern California move to a 100 acre ranch in rural Northern New Mexico. Why the name? This place nickels and dimes us to death, but we wouldn't have it any other way.
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Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Potato Famine
My Irish ancestors must be rolling around in their graves right about now. I harvested my potato crop and this is what I got:
I can so identify with this. I used to have a big garden up in Seattle (where it is much easier to grow potatoes than here) and I would get a harvest of maybe 20 potatoes. I was very grateful that I wasn't a pioneer, because I would be soooo dead.
So nice to have a poultry pal!! I think we are potato pals too. With Grandma having been from Sweden and my husband from Ireland, any time I would make rice, the two of them would confer in the corner...next thing I knew...there would be potatoes in a pot too!
The little guys did taste fantastic! I boiled them, halved them, and made some home fries that I served with a corn, tomato and goat cheese frittata. La dee da! And it was all for me.
I can so identify with this. I used to have a big garden up in Seattle (where it is much easier to grow potatoes than here) and I would get a harvest of maybe 20 potatoes. I was very grateful that I wasn't a pioneer, because I would be soooo dead.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to have a poultry pal!! I think we are potato pals too. With Grandma having been from Sweden and my husband from Ireland, any time I would make rice, the two of them would confer in the corner...next thing I knew...there would be potatoes in a pot too!
ReplyDeleteSure hope they taste fantastic... better luck next year!??!
ReplyDeleteThe little guys did taste fantastic! I boiled them, halved them, and made some home fries that I served with a corn, tomato and goat cheese frittata. La dee da! And it was all for me.
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