Saturday, July 14, 2012
I got ambitious this year and planted 2 kinds of potatoes, Russian banana fingerling and Yukon Gold. They came up well, grew and kept growing. I had hopes. High ones.
Then some neighborhood kids climbed my fence to trample my yard on their way to stealing something from the yard on the other side of mine. By the time they grabbed my neighbors' go-kart and dragged it back through my yard, the fingerling bed was trashed.
I tried to tie the plants back up, but most of them were flattened and snapped off at the dirt. You don't even need to know the language that floated out over my garden, but all the other plants started growing in fear, in case it was directed to them.
After I (mostly) got over being pissed, I worked out what I wanted to plant next in that bed. No point in letting it just stay like that, aggravating me every time I saw it. Today I went out and started tearing up the dead potato plants. And found potatoes.
Not a lot of them, but apparently the potatoes had set before the plants were broken off, so while there aren't as many as there would have been, and while they aren't as large as they could be, I got about 2 pounds of fingerling potatoes out of the yard, when I thought I was going to get nothing. When I found the first one, I felt like a kid at Christmas. I put it in a nearby flowerpot, thinking it was a fluke, and then I kept finding them. Eventually the pot was full, and I grabbed another one.
Looking forward to tomorrow night's dinner. Now, what to choose as the supporting actor to my glorious tiny potatoes?