While Joe is off caribou hunting, I decided to spend the morning digging up the potatoes. It’s probably a bit early but life is busy these days and I thought I should take advantage of the fact that I had a few spare hours.
The Norlands have been great this year, big in size and lots of them.
My crop of Angelina Mahoney’s Blues (a N.S. heritage spud) on the other hand was a bit disappointing. The potatoes were small this year, even though I always save the largest and healthiest looking ones to use as seed stock. Nonetheless, we’ll have lots of good meals with them, mostly paired with the 20 or so Alaskan sockeye salmon we have nestled in our freezer (yes, I am bragging and yes, we are blessed in that we are going to eat like kings once again this winter).
Sadly, no Prince Albert potatoes this year. If you are a regular reader of this blog, you’ll know that I have been on the search for years for this kind of potato that my father grew. Old friends from my home community (Phyllis and Lorimer Welton – bless their souls) sent me a box of what they called Prince Alberts a few years back. But for some reason, they were slightly different from the ones my dad grew. Not sure why. In any event, last year my PA crop had a terrible scab problem, so I didn’t want to use any for seed stock this year.
So it’s back to the drawing board in terms of this elusive tatter. I’m always on the look out, so if any of my N.S. friends or family tracks down this potato, please let me know.