potato fetish

so, i love potatoes. i don't know if it's the german in me, the polish in me, or the woman in me (or some combination thereof), but it's bad.

now y'all aren't going to believe me that i haven't had pregnancy cravings, but it's true: i'm always like this. i NEED french fries at least once a week, and mashed potatoes and gravy are a close second. however, roasted potatoes (a la auntie trish), baked potatoes, hashbrowned potatoes, double-stuffed potatoes (like we had two nights ago), american-fried potatoes (a la my dad), steamed potatoes (like we had tonight), and potato soup are all acceptable substitutes. even tater tots will do the job. i think you get the point.

we have already gone through 10 lbs of russet potatoes, 5 lbs of red potatoes, and dozens of miscellaneous other potatoes from our organics box, just this fall (my husband thought that would last us 'til spring). but then: potatoes came into season and our food coop lined one whole wall with bushel baskets filled with organic and heirloom varieties of potatoes. they have all the varieties you've ever heard of, and then twice as many "mystery" potatoes. needless to say, we broke one of the handles on our shopping basket by filling it too full of taters. we are sampling a few types at a time. now on the menu are German Butterballs (they look like a yukon gold, but they are truly butter-colored on the inside), Russian Banana Fingerlings (small, but oh-so-tasty), and Blue Something Potatoes (really a deep purple-- the color stays, even after cooking!).

i can't wait until we can grow our own... we'll probably need a root HOUSE, not just a root cellar.