The sad, sad ballad of poitato farmer Jim.
...I know I don't really use this thing much and this is a silly reason to do so. But I am so frustrated.
I planted some potatoes some months back. Some purple and some white. Out of about 15 seed potatoes, about four came up. Three clumped close together and very bushy, one off on it's lonesome and less so.
So, I let them flower and then die back a bit as this was always the indicator that you were to harvest them. I planted a couple last year in the same spot and got relatively good results, so, I figured this year would be even better considering how much work - and fertilizer and mulch and stuff - I'd put into the soil. Watering every day, checking for pests every day. I put so much LOVE into those plants, man. Pure love.
And I got.
One potato.
One stupid, tiny little potato.
One.
Smaller than a golf ball.
Normally, if you dig the plant up too early, you find tons of little marble sized potatoes clung to the roots. These plants had none of those. They had fairly shallow root systems with nothing of any value on them except one tiny little purple potato. Grown on the one shabby looking bush that was off by itself being a Nigel No-Friends. I dug up the earth around them, all the way to the bottom of the planter. Nothing.
So I cut my little bastard into four goddamn pieces and made four little purple home fries and they were delicious. But very very very very small. Mistie had two of them. She liked them.
We've also got pumpkins, squash, beets, chard, carrots, melons, peppers, bell peppers and eggplants in. Hopefully I get more than one of each.
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CURSE YOU AND YOUR FALSE HOPE, POTATOES!!!!
I planted some potatoes some months back. Some purple and some white. Out of about 15 seed potatoes, about four came up. Three clumped close together and very bushy, one off on it's lonesome and less so.
So, I let them flower and then die back a bit as this was always the indicator that you were to harvest them. I planted a couple last year in the same spot and got relatively good results, so, I figured this year would be even better considering how much work - and fertilizer and mulch and stuff - I'd put into the soil. Watering every day, checking for pests every day. I put so much LOVE into those plants, man. Pure love.
And I got.
One potato.
One stupid, tiny little potato.
One.
Smaller than a golf ball.
Normally, if you dig the plant up too early, you find tons of little marble sized potatoes clung to the roots. These plants had none of those. They had fairly shallow root systems with nothing of any value on them except one tiny little purple potato. Grown on the one shabby looking bush that was off by itself being a Nigel No-Friends. I dug up the earth around them, all the way to the bottom of the planter. Nothing.
So I cut my little bastard into four goddamn pieces and made four little purple home fries and they were delicious. But very very very very small. Mistie had two of them. She liked them.
We've also got pumpkins, squash, beets, chard, carrots, melons, peppers, bell peppers and eggplants in. Hopefully I get more than one of each.
FVPIYFUVIYPGOGBPUIGF)UH{GI"OO{U
CURSE YOU AND YOUR FALSE HOPE, POTATOES!!!!