Well, kind of. I planted about 20 seed potatoes in August. After a couple of months, none had come up, so I figured the heat was too much for them and they composted. I seeded over them with pak choi and broccoli, and planted some broccoli transplants. Then, one day, a spud sprout. For realz. Then another, then 5. This was exciting, but actually caused a problem because the garden had already been planted over. But I left them alone and figured nature would do its thing and someone would win out.
Since the weather is pretty pleasant, and the garden is now way overcrowded, I decided to give the broccoli some room to do its thing, and harvest the unexpected potatoes. I wasn’t expecting much. So I started digging, carefully so as not to puncture a tater or break off the broccoli roots.
The darker one is the seed potato, from which all the others around it sprouted. There were four seed potatoes that came up. These are Red Lasodas. I also planted fingerlings and Kennebecs which did not make, so now I know which variety to plant in Fall.
Aren’t they beautiful? I love the color and was surprised at how many there were, since I expected none.
These will make a fabulous side dish for the pot roast I have in the slow cooker. Fresh potatoes are a gazillion times better than store bought ones. Salt, pepper, a little of the butter I made the other day. Word.