Last year, we grew accidental potatoes. They grew from kitchen scraps in our compost heap. They were perfectly fine, but fairly boring, red roosters. This year, we took a more deliberate approach. Our first Early Maris were harvested today. Oh, the excitement! The smaller the spud, the more they squealed.
A plate of these, boiled and generously bathed in butter, would have been a fine dinner but we went the whole hog.
Not a word about all the butter, this was delicious. It’s just not possible to describe the taste of a freshly unearthed new potato. It has that umami yumminess. It is deeply satisfying. It’s as if the whole body has a taste and reacts with a shiver and ‘ooh, yes, I could live on this’.Husband’s genius birthday gift is still giving: