I waited to dig up the last few potato plants until my grandsons could be here to help. I wanted to show them where food comes from (not McDonalds). I could not have anticipated how excited they were. It was like a miracle to them that we could dig food right out of the ground. I don't think I've ever seen them so excited!
Of course we had to take some inside and put one in the oven to bake, and one in the microwave, and of course cut one up to make french fries.
Being with these curious, enthusiastic kids having fun and learning something truly basic to their lives was such a blessing. The looks of wonder on their faces were priceless. When I was done (as in exhausted) the youngest one said, "Now we have to make
mashed potatoes, Grumple." I couldn't turn him down.
The miracle of taters.