This spud's for you...

I was inspired by my friend Manuela to plant potatoes.

I imagined organic, fresh, white, creamy, fluffy mashed mounds at Thanksgiving.

Last year, this was my potato harvest...

I mean my lame harvest.

This year, I planted much earlier.

After the plants flower, you can dig for new potatoes ( thanks for the advice Manuela! ). You know, those expensive gourmet kind.

When I stared digging, I wasn't sure what I was going to get.

It was kind of like a treasure hunt. But, I had images of last years results and didn't set my hopes too high...and then....

Hey! Look at that! Holy cow! Is that what I think it is? A real potato! My neighbors probably thought I'd lost it the way I whooped and hollered; it was like I had never seen a potato before.

I squealed every time one came out of the ground.

I ran in the house with a bowlful yelling "Look! Look!I grew these! Real potatoes! From our garden! How awesome is this?!"

My hubby looked at me for a minute,

and then I think he rolled his eyes.

Who can blame the guy?

All that for a root vegetable. Imagine if I had won a million dollars?

Jen