2003-05-09 - 10:15 p.m.
Got a treat today. I was scratching around the potato plants just seeing what was under the dirt and what do you suppose my fingers ran into? A nice new red potato a little bigger than a golfball. Sue was mowing the grass beside the garden so I took it over to show her. Her eyes lit up when she caught a glimpse of it as she sped by on the riding mower. The mower came to a stop and I was instructed to find a double handful of them for supper, so back out I went.
It's fun hunting for new potatoes. You stick your fingers in the cool dirt at the base of the potato plant and go on a treasure hunt. Sometimes you come up with a rock or a potato thats too small but when you pull up those first eating size potatoes of the season a smile just naturally comes to your face. You can't help it, if you were in a bad mood when you started it just seems to vanish. I guess it's some of the cheapest psychological counseling you can get.
Sue cooked them up this evening and they just about melted in your mouth. I like butter on my potatoes but it just seems to be out of place on those first potatoes. A little salt is all thats needed.
