I had a pretty decent crop of potatoes this year. Until this morning, my spud harvest was sitting in boxes on the floor of my garage. But with the frosty weather upon us, I needed to figure out a more long-term storage solution, since – like most Yukoners – my garage is not heated and the freezing temperatures would have turned my tatts into mush.
I thought about using the crawl space, but the mental image of me having to wiggle my way down there every time I wanted a potato didn’t appeal. Instead, I opted for storing them in Alan’s now vacant bedroom, which isn’t heated. As long as I keep the door closed, and when I get a moment layer the potatoes between sheets of newspaper, those spuds should be just fine.
Come to think of it, that room would be a good place to keep my wine too. And the saurkraut I’m making. And my pickles. Hmmm. Could make an interesting sleeping experience for any overnight guests we have this winter!