I returned from Ireland to my potted plant of potatoes. A second crop. Sitting in the bay window, with so much sun, the greenery was still vibrant but I figured it was time to look beneath the soil. Eventually the little potatoes were gently scrubbed and tossed into a frying pan with some meat drippings. After a fork full, my dinner companion uttered, “Mmmmm. Creamy.” Next year, I’m going to work with a bigger pot. 😉 Have a good Friday.
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