I harvested my potatoes today. It seems early, but the vines were dead so I figured it was time. This is the first time I’ve grown potatoes, I’m just feeling my way along.
My two rows of spuds planted from some leftover seed potatoes Sam Taulbee gave me yielded around fifteen pounds and I decided to can them. We wouldn’t eat fifteen pounds before they’d spoil which made canning seem like the best option. I read about storing them in sand in your basement. Lugging hundreds of pounds of sand down to the basement didn’t have much appeal though.
The fifteen pounds of potatoes turned into 8 quarts of cubed potatoes:
They sure look pretty. It’s probably economically stupid to can them. No doubt I spent more on canning jar lids than it would cost to buy that many potatoes. But the satisfaction of putting up your own food, and the pleasure I’ll get this winter when I open a jar and remember this fine August day when I canned them is, as the tv commercials say, priceless.
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