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I threw a bunch of sprouted, whiffy potatoes in the ground this spring. They grew. I harvested quite a lot on the weekend. Then I made dairy-free corn chowder with the first half of the batch. It was good.
Today, I discovered the last of the diced potatoes in the fridge, in the part reserved for all items in the category: "Eat it now or forget it!" But we were having steak, not minestrone, and they're Yukons, not Pontiacs, so they're not boilers.
So I poured a wasteful half-inch of oil into a soup pot and meep-fried them. (Meep-frying is medium-deep.)
Then I sprinkled sea salt on them.
Then I served them to my kids.
I growed them. I fried them. I served them, and they ate them.
I win. I have to harvest more potatoes now. :-)
Today, I discovered the last of the diced potatoes in the fridge, in the part reserved for all items in the category: "Eat it now or forget it!" But we were having steak, not minestrone, and they're Yukons, not Pontiacs, so they're not boilers.
So I poured a wasteful half-inch of oil into a soup pot and meep-fried them. (Meep-frying is medium-deep.)
Then I sprinkled sea salt on them.
Then I served them to my kids.
I growed them. I fried them. I served them, and they ate them.
I win. I have to harvest more potatoes now. :-)