There comes a time in every seed potato’s life when it must leave the relative comfort of the garden shed and make its own way out in the big bad world of the garden proper. For my motley collection of seed potatoes, acquired both at home and abroad, that time had finally arrived.
Out they came, still nestled in their little egg-carton homes but all set to trade up to bigger units, ones which could accommodate their soon-to-be growing families.
Meet the seed potatoes - the big guy up front is an Idaho spud
So, the other week, Greg enquired as to how my tater babies were doing and the answer, sir, is that my babies are coming of age…
The blossomy heralds of potatoes to come
Sunshine, gardens and food, oh my!
Yes, indeed. I spent a good deal of the past gloriously sunny weekend attending Bloom, a 5-day celebration of all things garden held in Dublin’s magnificent Phoenix Park. I was there thanks to Bord Bia (the Irish Food Board), who very kindly provided me with a media pass, which I
milked for all it was worth availed of over the course of the event. This essentially meant that I camped out in the artisan food market and sampled my little heart out (all in the name of research, you understand). So much good stuff – fabulous goats cheese from Bluebell Falls, Helen Gee’s superb homemade jams (almost as good as the Mammy’s), excellent sweet onion relish from Laragh Stuart (which I will be doing my best to re-create sometime soon) and lots more besides.
I was also, of course, greatly interested in the food bursting forth from various gardens at the show. The current appetite for growing your own was not lost on the organisers and the show included a specially commissioned replica of the White House vegetable garden.