Time to roust out all those fine Kennebecs and Yukon Golds.
John and Justin and Claui and I spent part of a chilly afternoon picking the potatoes from the dark clinging soil after the plow had 'busted' them out. It was a bountiful crop -- far more than we'll use. And we still have this many again left to dig.
We talked about ways of marketing to make the crop more desirable -- "Organically grown Appalachian pommes de terre - 'apples of the earth' -- sustainably raised in a heritage mountain cove and artisanally tended and harvested. No animals were harmed in the production of this traditional crop. By appointment to royalty."
Okay, so the last bit's not true. And maybe we need to use lovely tradional burlap bags for the harvest instead of our recycled petfood bags. Although the recycled bit could be a selling point . . .