I remembered that I never finished harvesting the German Butterball potatoes last fall and dug up a pound of them. They were in great shape, just muddier than if I had pulled them out of the ground last September. I roasted them up and, man, were they good. They were so good, I just had a double helping and called that dinner.
Potatoes. Sometimes, they are what’s for dinner.
I remembered that I never finished harvesting the German Butterball potatoes last fall and dug up a pound of them. They were in great shape, just muddier than if I had pulled them out of the ground last September. I roasted them up and, man, were they good. They were so good, I just had a double helping and called that dinner.