A friend spread the word that there were potatoes left for the taking at her fella's farm. Yesterday was a fine Indian Summer kind of day, perfect for digging taters. Most of what remained were rose fingerlings, with some red-skinned beauties scattered randomly in the rows. I didn't do anything so compulsive as weigh our haul, but I'd guess we got off with about 50 pounds. Joan, my partner in gleaning, took a small bag full for short term use, and the rest went right into the root cellar. This spared us trying to divvy them up, and she can stop by any time and retrieve them from their safe storage.
With gratitude to the farmer and the earth:
OMG! I found a red potato at the market today too that was shaped like a heart and I live in France. Maybe it's a worldwide message of love being sent to us by the underground.
Posted by: jennifer Barnaby | 13 November 2012 at 15:03