When I've been trying to think of meals to make, a little voice in my head (or is it coming from my stomach?) has been chanting, "Potato Pancakes, hash browns, potato soup, mashed potatoes, potato salad," over and over again.
So the other day I grabbed my trusty garden trowel, put on my dirt-caked gloves and marched on out to the four long rows of potatoes growing in the garden.
Bonanza! I struck it rich on my first dig! (And, yes, I did manage to chop that one spud right in two with my trusty garden trowel.)
I was good to my meat and potatoes loving hubby who has been existing on salads and other fresh fodder from the garden and made him a meal of meat and potatoes and gravy. (And a side of veggies fresh from the garden, of course.)
He was very happy. The potatoes tasted wonderful. We are looking forward to a grand harvest of them this year.