|Not my potatoes, someone else's|
I went out and looked around, puzzled, and after giving up the first time, yesterday I saw Carter out in the garden and asked him to show me where the potatoes lived, so I could help harvest them. I forgot to take a picture, so I found this one on line that looks a lot like what we pulled out of the ground.
The above-ground part of the potato plants were withered, and he just stuck his hand in the dirt and wiggled it around and voila! out came a potato, then another and another. I carried them onto the picnic table and kept coming back for more as he continued to pull them out of the ground. I was surprised to learn that potatoes don't have "handles" connected to the tops, they just seemed to keep coming out of the ground, like magic.
I took a fair portion of Yukon Golds and blue potatoes and put them in a paper bag to cure for a couple of weeks. (I learned about this from a website.) The potatoes look so pretty and adorable, nothing like I imagined before I became a potato farmer!