I’m dedicating a blog post to potatoes today.
When I was younger, sometimes we would have mashed potatoes for dinner (sometimes with skin, sometimes without), with peas and corn. Pretty cheap, probably not enough protein, but it was dinner.
I usually love potatoes. Probably not as much as my dear Ben, though, but they’re pretty high up there! I’ll take them any way I can get them. Mashed, in soup, roasted, potato cakes, potato rösti, hash browns, gnocchi, french fries, and lastly, potato bread (which I haven’t had for about 7 years. Sadness). Oh! Let’s not forget potatoes in a tasty peorogi, either. Yes, I am a fan of potatoes.
Until two weeks ago, that is.
I forgot to mention that I planted some seed potatoes in old recycling bins right before I left for Wellington. But this blog post isn’t centered around those innocent sweet little seedling potatoes.
I filled my first raised garden bed with a mixture of things, one of them being leftover soil from the old raised bed that’s on the side of our house that busted apart on me. There were potatoes growing in that old garden bed that have been there for years, and I thought I did a really good job at not transferring any over into the new garden bed.
I was wrong.
Potatoes really persevere. They are hardy little bastards!
That bed was set up on the 26 of September. I got back from Wellington on the 30th of October to find a freaking potato plant poking up between the green lettuces in the bed. And not a small one, either. A very large shoot, with lots of green leaves. I was only gone for 4.5 days! It wasn’t there when I left. I would’ve taken a picture of it, but I was just so shocked to see it there that I ripped off the shoots and hoped I wouldn’t see it again for another 4 weeks.
Well, less than a month later, there’s another one in the other end of the same garden bed! I decided I didn’t want potatoes in my raised beds, because they tend to take over things. BAH.
Potatoes have moved down a few spots in my favorite food list because of these little renegades.
Ben just laughed about it. Blatant potato-love going on there. No regard for my garden plan!