...the starchy taste of success
A few months ago an over-supply of potatoes ended with a forgotten half-packet of spuds well and truly starting to grow in the pantry.
The sprouting spuds looked singularly alien, as though the innocuous tubers had harboured alien life forms which now had burst through its pale skin in an explosion of deformed purple-tipped horns. Loathe to dispose of such energetically unfolding life, and keen to have the kreepy spuds out of sight, I dug over an unused bed, lobbed in the potatoes and covered them over.
Some grew better than others, with one section dying out while the others are still burgeoning. i'd left the dead plants in situ not expecting any yield from these experimental plantings when, this morning, I discovered one small potato which had been unearthed, probably by the blackbirds. Then, while watering this patch, the spray revealed a second spud in a nearby spot, which discovery sparked a gold rush.
Digging around the stalks of the dead plants I was amazed to unearth an abundance of potatoes, some small while others quite generously sized. In fact as I found some I inadvertently found more. In all I ended up with half a colander of beautiful potatoes. What a brilliant surprise of bounty from an unused patch of garden!
