After much hard work and midnight slug massacres, we finally harvest a dinner's worth of produce.
our small but productive plot
The potatos were planted in the strip garden at the front of the cottage - we decided the soil was so famished, they would be the only veg with a fighting chance of growing. And they did their best. Not the heaviest crop of spuds, but they were delicous chipped and brushed with olive oil, roasted in the oven.
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Sweet little potatoes! My Swedish grandpa would boil them in salted water with copious quantities of dill. They're very good that way, but I'm all for chips on occasion as well. (We Americans gotta have our french fries...)
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