This is how my mother describes the excitement of digging for potatoes. Despite having watched the tiny shoots turn into luscious foliage over the last few months, there is always that doubt in the back of your mind that, when you come to dig them up, there might be nothing there after all. So, there was something magical about the moment when I put the fork in the ground and saw the first pale yellow nugget gleaming up at me.
I didn’t gather a huge crop, as many of the potatoes are still tiny, so would benefit from a couple more weeks in the ground. However, I did collect just enough for supper.
We ate them served with butter and mint, lettuce and salmon. Delicious.
