Treasure hunting with my grandson
There's something about digging for potatoes that always makes me feel like I'm about five years old, digging for buried treasure in the yard. So when my five-year old grandson came over to our house this past weekend, we went out to the garden looking for potatoes.
I planted viking purple potatoes this year, with seed potatoes from Park Seed. The first two potato hills we dug were duds. Each hill contained exactly one potato. Not exactly thrilling for buried treasure-seeking five-year olds. Then we hit the jackpot and found about seven potatoes under one plant.
Then we turned our attention to the carrots.
Pulling carrots was even more fun than digging for potatoes, even if the carrots were tiny.
I roasted the potatoes for dinner, and we also had the raw carrots we pulled. Both were a huge hit.
I've still got a couple of potato plants in the garden and at least three in my straw bale, but the plants haven't completely died back yet, so I'm going to hold off digging for another month.
I think taking Taylor out to the garden and showing him how to pull the carrots and find potatoes was the real treasure.