Today was an amazing day; we had the first yield from our potato garden. It was pretty much garden pandemonium at our house. Back in March, the boys helped plant these potatoes and we anxiously watched the first dark green shoots make their way through the dirt and grow measurably larger each day. Jack and Matteas made a commitment to these potatoes and watered them faithfully each day, something which was necessary after 27 straight days of sunshine
Patiently, we watched the plants grow and finally, flower.
I think I might have been the giddiest of the three; it was indescribably satisfying to watch my kids plant, tend, and harvest their own food. Matteas isn't quite two, but he can add "potato farmer" to his list of skills.
Matteas calls them 'toes, and he was running around the yard clutching his treasures and shouting "Toes!" at the neighbors
It was like an Easter egg hunt, pulling up clumps of earth and finding jewel-colored orbs nestled in a tangling of roots and soil. The sounds we made upon seeing our prize was more like what you'd expect from people watching fireworks, but this was way more exciting.
We couldn't keep bounty like this to ourselves, so we invited Trevor and Tristan over for dinner. I made roasted pork tenderloin with spiced pears
, cut some fresh arugula and dressed it with lemon vinaigrette and shaved Parmesan, then steamed the potatoes and tossed them with butter and salt.
The boys(including the big boys) were picking around their meat to get to the potatoes. It was more than just the romance of having grown our own food, they really were far and away the best potatoes I've ever eaten. They were much sweeter than store-bought, and the texture...it was as if the potatoes had somehow grown heavy cream into their very flesh, waxy, smooth, and almost custard-like in their silkiness. I wish I had pictures of Matteas shoveling large bites into his mouth and furrowing his brow in pleasured concentration, but I couldn't stop eating long enough to get the camera. There were no leftovers. Even the last tender leaf of arugula was scraped from the bowl, and by Tristan no less, who claims to hate salad.
I am so looking forward to more harvest parties; we haven't even gotten into the tomatoes(six kinds), cucumbers, squash, pumpkins, onions, raspberries or carrots.
Today was an amazing day; we had the first yield from our potato garden. It was pretty much garden pandemonium at our house. Back in March, the boys helped plant these potatoes and we anxiously watched the first dark green shoots make their way through the dirt and grow measurably larger each day. Jack and Matteas made a commitment to these potatoes and watered them faithfully each day, something which was necessary after 27 straight days of sunshine
Patiently, we watched the plants grow and finally, flower.
I think I might have been the giddiest of the three; it was indescribably satisfying to watch my kids plant, tend, and harvest their own food. Matteas isn't quite two, but he can add "potato farmer" to his list of skills.
Matteas calls them 'toes, and he was running around the yard clutching his treasures and shouting "Toes!" at the neighbors
It was like an Easter egg hunt, pulling up clumps of earth and finding jewel-colored orbs nestled in a tangling of roots and soil. The sounds we made upon seeing our prize was more like what you'd expect from people watching fireworks, but this was way more exciting.
We couldn't keep bounty like this to ourselves, so we invited Trevor and Tristan over for dinner. I made roasted pork tenderloin with spiced pears, cut some fresh arugula and dressed it with lemon vinaigrette and shaved Parmesan, then steamed the potatoes and tossed them with butter and salt.
The boys(including the big boys) were picking around their meat to get to the potatoes. It was more than just the romance of having grown our own food, they really were far and away the best potatoes I've ever eaten. They were much sweeter than store-bought, and the texture...it was as if the potatoes had somehow grown heavy cream into their very flesh, waxy, smooth, and almost custard-like in their silkiness. I wish I had pictures of Matteas shoveling large bites into his mouth and furrowing his brow in pleasured concentration, but I couldn't stop eating long enough to get the camera. There were no leftovers. Even the last tender leaf of arugula was scraped from the bowl, and by Tristan no less, who claims to hate salad.
I am so looking forward to more harvest parties; we haven't even gotten into the tomatoes(six kinds), cucumbers, squash, pumpkins, onions, raspberries or carrots.
1 comment:
lovely harvest!!!!
i love the photo of your boy pulling them up.
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