My most exciting news for today is that my Christmas potatoes appear to be growing. I think…
I'm not exactly sure,
never having grown potatoes, of any variety or season, before - but there appear to be four small shoots bravely raising their little green heads from the compost in the vegetable trough in roughly the places where I planted my potatoes. Give or take a few
inches this way or that.
This is important, I'll have you know, because the Growing of Potatoes is the first foray I have attempted into Making Christmas
2017. Regular readers will know, from past years’ blogs, that I do like at least some elements of my Christmas to be home-made. Or, in the case of the potatoes, home-grown. I didn't trot along to the garden centre, it is true, with the idea of growing
potatoes - I just happened to pass by the vegetable section while on the search for winter pansies. “Grow potatoes for your Christmas dinner!” a large sign exhorted me. How could I resist such a plea?
Mr B says I should be growing my potatoes in a bag. I do love an armchair gardener, don't you? I explain that the only bags I have are (I) my handbag; (ii) a collection of long life carrier bags from
any number of local supermarkets (I am fickle that way) and (iii) my knitting bag - and I am not about to plant potatoes, even of the delicious Charlotte variety, in any of these receptacles. Mr B says I am being deliberately obtuse. No, he doesn't actually
use that word. He is much, much ruder.
Anyway I decide that I should probably do a little bit of research, courtesy of Google, my BFF. It's not only that I need
to check out how you grow potatoes in bags so that I have a few answers for Mr B up my sleeve if needed but I have a horrible feeling that I may have planted my potatoes upside down. Would this be a Tragedy of the First Order? I need to know…
I consult a site with the helpful title GrowVeg. As you all know by now, I do like a company, an organisation, a website or whatever that does what it says on the tin. Mr
or Mrs GrowVeg says that the annual potato crop is his (or her?) most eagerly anticipated moment of the kitchen gardening year. I ponder for a moment on the fact that my crop, arriving at Christmas (always supposing it survives that long) will have to
compete with Santa on the Eagerly Anticipated Front. It's going to be a Tall Order.
I am delighted to read, that potatoes can be grown in any container, everything
that is including (I kid you not) the kitchen sink. Mr or Mrs GrowVeg describes the potato as a “rambunctious” vegetable which is enough to make anyone love it, wouldn't you agree? And I thought a potato was the most humble of vegetables.
Rambunctious means difficult to control, wildly boisterous. It also means noisy and I am at a loss to think how a vegetable could be noisy. It is, however, often used to
describe a child. In short, it's another word I could bring into play to sum up the character of my Rampaging Rascals who coincidentally, like my Charlotte potatoes, are coming to ours for Christmas. “Meet Charlotte the potato,” I will tell them
as I present them with their turkey dinner, “She, like the three of you, is a Rampaging Rascal.”
Notable (according to Mr GrowVeg) for her firm
but creamy texture.
Not to mention her rambunctiousness…