I have never met a potato I did not like.  Seriously.  There was period during the 80s that I refer to as my potato years.  I shunned meats of any kind and pretty much subsisted for weeks at a time on baked potatoes, asiago cheese, and apples.  That, plus my morning latte was it.  I would go weeks and weeks on a steady diet of potatoes and little else.

Somewhere along the line,  I gave up such foolishness and started eating a bit more normally.  Well, maybe not normally but certainly with a lot more in the way of variety and protein foods.

I wrote about my teensy weensy garden in Getting Prepared Week 6: Planning the food garden.  Back then,  I promised a progress report but to tell the truth, there just isn't any progress to report yet.  My seedlings are scrawny and barely alive. Too cold and not enough light would be my guess.   I am going to start anew when the weather dries out a bit and yes, I am going to have to purchase some starts.

But in the meantime, I bought a couple of small seed potatoes (40 cents worth to be exact – the clerk thought I was nuts, only two?) and set my sights on growing a few taters in a tub.