Potato Days are Here Again

It’s early March (I know, where did the time go?) which means only one thing: potato day. We opted for the BOG one in Kelso again, only this time, two years on, we were hardened potato-dayers and we had come prepared, although not to the extent of remembering to bring a bag for the potatoes or a book for the other half to read.

mr potato head

Actually, this explains quite a lot about everything...

Potato day, for those who haven’t been on one, resembles a world record attempt to cram the largest number of sensibly shod fleece-clad people into a room but is in fact a a slow motion middle-class riot but with the crucial difference that once the rioters have finished ransacking the place they then queue up patiently at the cash desks to pay for their spoils at 14p a tuber on a more-or-less honesty basis. We arrived shortly after the doors supposedly opened and the place was already rammed but we had at least managed to get there before the pink fir-apple and charlotte seed potatoes had gone. This time the organisers had arranged for a fiddle band to be playing at the entrance which added a certain frantic air to the proceedings throughout so, hyped up on Irish jig music and the fear of missing out on something, I wasn’t entirely sure what, it was just a question of diving into the scrum and scrambling for whatever I fancied (‘Golden Wonder’! I could make crisps!). All thoughts of being a bit more methodical and scientific about it – that whole ‘trying out loads of varieties and working out what does well and tastes best’ thing – would have gone better if I hadn’t lost track of which potatoes I planted where last year and then combined the entire harvest into one lot, and besides they all did reasonably well and they all taste pretty much of potato. I have at least managed to confine myself to three beds’ worth this year, having massively over-catered last season.

Of course, potatoes were pretty much the only thing that really grew well last year, so I may come to regret my abstemiousness. But then again, how often do you ever get to say such a thing in your life?


10 Responses to Potato Days are Here Again

  1. Sharon says:

    This sounds like such great fun. I’m going to have to find one of these near me…

  2. disgruntled says:

    They are a great way to try lots of varieties of potatoes. Some places also hold seed swaps, I think

  3. John Gibson says:

    They all look very nice, just looking at the picture of all the spuds gives me a very contented feeling for some reason.

  4. WOL says:

    I’m supposed to be allergic to potatoes, but I eat them with impunity and catsup or gravy, depends on their form.

  5. Kim says:

    So what is it going to be this year? Highland Burgundy, Pink Fir Apple… ?

  6. disgruntled says:

    John – glad to be of service
    Wol – how strange, I’ve never heard of anyone being allergic to potatoes.
    Kim – erm, when I’ve deciphered my handwriting, I’ll let you know…

  7. emma c says:

    Oh what fun! Love the description of a middle class scrum.. I have 2 pink fir apples from last year, and am glad I resisted the lure to eat them, because I am now having trouble getting newbies for this year. So what did you end up with? I am trying Linda too..

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