Last weekend I had my first harvest of the year!
What a momentous occasion! Emmms mentioned when she arrived at my house last Friday that she dug up her potatoes and they were huge, immediately I grabbed my spade and ran out into the garden.
After setting the potato pot in the middle of the garden and moving about the top layer of soil I began to get a bit nervous. I had to smoke two cigarettes and drink half of my celebratory beer before I could go back to it, but once I did I was amazed.
Slowly I began scooping out the soil so as not to damage any of my crop but as soon as I unearthed that first spud in went my hands and the rest just jumped out at me. What a harvest it was. Ranging from as big as you would get in the supermarket to so small it was easy to miss, I pulled up a total of twelve potatoes!
It is mind-boggling how these all appeared from three little tubers planted back in March!
And I still have another pot to dig up!!!
On Sunday me and my love enjoyed my fresh harvest as an accompaniment to a traditional Sunday roast chicken.
I parboiled the potatoes, sprinkled on some parsley and thyme from my herb garden and roasted them for 35 minutes in the oven: crispy on the outside, soft and fluffy in the middle! Perfection!