MacAulay and Co. Gardening Blog
This week I have mostly been eating potatoes. No ordinary potatoes mind, oh no, my potatoes, grown by me and cooked by me, fresh from my garden! Oh yes, and what a marvellous feeling to eat something you've grown yourself, very satisfying indeed and so tasty.
Richard and his potatoes
I then set about lifting the rest of my crop and although we fell short of our predictions of around 300 potatoes, (by the small matter of about 200), Craig and Fred were very impressed at my first attempt at growing veg. Explanations as to why we didn't reap the full extent of the original estimate were possibly because of the cramped planting of my tattie crop (this was down to a miscalculation on my part somewhat akin to that of a Greek finance minister) as well as the extremely wet weather that we've experienced this year. Once lifted, the potatoes should be stored in a cool dry place, and preferably in a hessian sack, or alternatively an old laundry basket - take care to remove the old laundry first...ahem.
I was thrilled to have my very own tatties and set about serving them boiled with lemon juice and mint fresh from my herb garden. I'm like Monty Don and Nigella Lawson all rolled into one....well sort of...My tatties are called Epicures, but there are many varieties on the market including one called Vivaldi; are they called this because they're good for the four seasons, I wonder? A question for the Guru perhaps...'til next week, happy gardening!