The first year I grew potatoes, there were Colorado Potato Beetle larvae on the leaves just about as soon as they came up, even though no one had ever grown potatoes there before. I picked them off and had a great harvest. After a few years of not growing them, I succumbed to domestic pressure and planted them again. My husband says that freshly-dug potatoes are several cuts above their sad supermarket counterparts, and he’s right. This time I’m growing All Blue, Yellow Finn, Red Ruby and a fingerling, Princess La Ratte. So far, my garden has been unaffected by late blight.
I harvested the first potatoes this week, some fingerlings and some blues. I always find digging potatoes kind of like that TV show, “The Deadliest Catch,” where the crab fishermen never know how they did until they haul up the trap. With potatoes, you dig around – gently, so as not to damage any – and probe your way through the bed. Sometimes you come up with a jackpot and other times, just a fork full of soil. Anyway it’s kind of exciting, and way more fun than picking beans.