I was talking to my dad on the phone Saturday, sharing with him that I was getting ready to plant potatoes. He said, “You’re not waiting until St. Patrick’s Day?” I didn’t even know that was a THING. (Later, I felt slightly better when Mick told me ‘the sign said sometime between February 20th and March 15th.’ Heck, I wasn’t even being risky if we were using the sign’s standard!)
I wonder how many THINGS I don’t know? I found out another THING while on the phone with him. He recalled for me that my grandmother Porter (Julie At The Ranch’s great-grandmother as well) used to peel her potatoes fairly thickly, then simply plant the peelings, saving the core to cook for a meal. Then he, my mother across the room speaking “through” my dad, and I had a third conversation: How many eyes do you need per chunk of potato planted? She said two, he said probably just one. Knowing me, and my inability to identify exactly what constitutes as a bonafide eye, I’ll probably plant three or more. It’s one thing for roots to be growing forth from the potato, hence easily identifiable makings of a plant. However, are the little dents with tiny dots in them ALL eyes? Who knows. My potato chunks may have four eyes or more due to my lack of experience.
So, earlier that morning, prior to speaking with my dad: I was feeling a little guilty having only purchased three seed potatoes from the feed store. I looked around a bit more and found a packet of last year’s cucumber seeds for fifty cents. A discussion ensues…this time with Mick.
Mick: “Don’t you want to buy THIS year’s seeds?”
Me: “Why? Don’t you think LAST year’s will grow?”
Mick: “I don’t know. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Me: “Okay, first of all – that’s silly. Of COURSE they’ll grow. Secondly, I’m simply trying to find something to add to my potato purchase so the total will be over a dollar. These are nice people and I’d like to spend more than eighty cents with them!”
Mick (known for always tipping the employees at Sonic more than he should): “Oh, yeah. Good idea.” Continue reading My Little Victory Garden: Entry Three