Boil 'em mash 'em stick 'em in a stew

I looked at the forecast and figured it was the last minute for getting the potatoes out of the ground.    It wasn’t.  They were plenty well tucked in and could have withstood much colder temps.  But they’re out now.

First I take the blanket off.  

Dig the potatoes…

Oh look, I got a heart potato!  That wasn’t staged.  It really turned over the first forkful.  I got two heart potatoes today.

Somebody’s been here first.  I don’t have anything against voles, particularly, but – that could change.  It’s hard to tell how much of the potato volume is lost, but there’s evidence of a pretty epic vole party.

…and put the blanket back on!   Time for the garlic to in now.