We hadn't had any potatoes since early spring until a week or so ago when I caved and bought a five pound bag of Yukon Golds at our organic co-op. Boy howdy, did they ever disappear lickety-split.
Yesterday I gathered my produce bucket and garden trowel, set a determined look on my face and headed out into the garden. I wanted potatoes.
This is what I stole from under two plants. Not bad, eh? Not honking big ones, but not golf ball sized either.
Along with my usual bell peppers this spring, I started two plants of an Italian sweet pepper that turns orange or yellow or red. I've been eyeing the attractive green peppers on these two plants for a while now and today snapped off three of them.
Apparently, they really do need to be orange or yellow or red before they're ready for the table.
I sliced one of them lengthwise this evening and put a half on Papa Pea's plate and a half on mine. After taking one bite, I uttered/muttered something like, "Yuck. Gluck. Ick."
I'll be waiting now until they turn color.
As we were clearing the table, Papa Pea inquired, "Aren't you going to finish your pepper?"
"Nope, I'm not."
"Well," he said. "I'm not going to let good garden produce go to waste." And into his mouth it went. The man will eat anything.
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