A turn of the forked spade revealed the bottom of one potato plant covered with spuds. What a great surprise!
These are what you would call new potatoes. We planted them March 18. In a little more than three months they are just big enough to eat. The largest still fit easily in the palm of my hand.
They cleaned up very nicely, our first potatoes. They have an especially vibrant flavor, coming right out of the ground. But the real satisfaction is knowing we could harvest them in our own kitchen garden in the District of Columbia, about a mile from the White House.
We boiled them, then tossed them in butter. They made a delicious lunch.