I took the opportunity to spend some time in the garden today – there were blue skies for a change and some unexpected warmth, given the time of year. What started as some overdue weeding of the now emptied veg plot turned into some digging instead (as the weeds were getting well settled in). The reward for my digging efforts, however, was to find a fully sized spud in the patch from which all other spuds were long gone, having been steamed, buttered and scoffed with great pleasure by family and hangers on over the summer.
When I brought the straggler in, fully intent on having him meet with the same fate as his mates, I scrubbed the dirt and found that my potato had a face…
Mr. Potato Head
No longer an anonymous spud, the potato got a reprieve, The Daily Spud got it’s Poster Boy (not to mention its first post!) and I had some pesto for dinner instead…
Happy birthday to …em … two … you …
Spud’s Tree? What?? She’s planted a tree? OOOHHH she’s 3 years old! Well then, happy birthday DailySpud!
Aw jeez, thanks Rufus, who’d a thunk it!
Four!! Ah the golfing year; when a little spud goes for long walks wearing funny coloured trousers. My happy returns of the day.
Golf you say, Rufus? Well ok, so long as nobody tries to use the spud as a golf ball…
Five!? Your kidding. Can’t be…can it? Happy Birthday Dailyspud.
Many happy reheats of the day
Raining … cold … hope Spud has their potato jacket on to keep warm! Happy Birthday.