Not so much.
Actually, kind of the opposite.
We have so much storage things get lost.
Like a whole box of potatoes.
To be fair to ourselves we harvested over 100 kilos of potatoes last year in three varieties, one that needs immediate eating (inca gold) one that was fabulous for baked potatoes (danshaku and one that lasts a long time (May queen). There were waaaayyyyy too many boxes of potatoes to just line them up in the hallway where I usually keep stuff (doesn't everyone have a hallway lined with boxes of apples, daikon, onions and pickled plums?) so I wrapped some in newspaper and put them in boxes with holes punched in them for air circulation and wrapped them in a blanket and put them in one of the sheds. And we got a box out when we ran out inside. Rinse and repeat.
And the last box left in there we planted up as seed potatoes for the new season about a month ago.
All good. We are just so darn resourceful and self sufficient!
Or so we thought until Sunday when K was organising the recycling for the JHS recycling drive when he uncovered another whole box of potatoes.
With great trepidation I opened it (forgotten food is rarely forgiving!)
And loe and behold not only not a revolting rotten mess but look closely:
Baby potatoes are growing in there!!
Gosh. How could I possibly boil them up for the chooks now they have proven to be such persevering against all odds battlers?
We'll just have to plant them!
I mean look at this:
All those babies!
And sure, we already planted about 12 kilos of potatoes for this year.
And there really IS a limit to how many potatoes we can eat.
But they are so hopeful of continuing their lives through the next generation.
We planted not one but TWO rows of potatoes this long.
Come Autumn I will be pushing potatoes on everyone I know!