Rumor has it that Emily may be home for supper today. At lunch time I went out to raid the vegetable garden for her favorite vegetable, potatoes. So far this season I have been digging up fingerling potatoes from down in the green tomato patch. The Angels have me plant the potatoes in a different place each year. However, much as I try, I never seem to find all the potatoes, so there are always some lingering ones to be harvested from the last location where they were grown.

Today, for the first time, I harvested potatoes from the official planting location this year, the brassica & potato spiral. With May May and Riley’s noses right in the thick of things,

I uncovered the hay from the first three inches of the potato spiral to find, in less than a minute, these enormous Caribe potatoes. Nine pounds of them. Hardly had to get my hands dirty. They were just under the hay mulch, bursting out of the soil, just waiting to be picked up. The one on the right with the funny attached knob is one potato, weighing two pounds. It’s going home to be dinner for Vicki, her husband Kevin, and the babe to be.

Let’s compare this to this ENTIRE week’s tomato harvest (Wildly optimistic hoarding has begun for a second batch of sauce).

Total weight of tomatoes harvested this week from 30 plus plants? Two pounds. You do the math. Not too much head scratching necessary to conclude yet again that those Angels sure know what they are talking about.