I started digging these potatoes for the farmer’s market yesterday in the howling wind, on the first un-seasonably cool day of the summer (it is still summer) and I couldn’t stop. It was like finding buried treasure in each new row. The Yukon’s in particular were like digging for gold; the big, round nuggets rolling out of the dark, fluffy soil. My body has been reminding me of muscles that I used to bring these gems in, but it’s nothing an hour or two of stretching won’t help.
It was nice to have all 8 varieties of our potatoes on the table at the Fort Atkinson Farmer’s Market today. The wind was fierce and several of the vendor’s tents were put away early, but the sun was out and it felt like an early fall day. There was a great crowd, great music (as always) and a chance to visit with so many of my market friends! The Fort Farmer’s Market is a great place to spend a Saturday morning. I hope that you can make it there this season. Stop in at our tent and say hello!