I remembered that I never finished harvesting the German Butterball potatoes last fall and dug up a pound of them. They were in great shape, just muddier than if I had pulled them out of the ground last September. I roasted them up and, man, were they good. They were so good, I just had a double helping and called that dinner.
You know the Beef song is in my mind. I am sure the composer would love that I just called it that. I could go find the name, etc., but I am not feeling like it...
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Those spuds look mighty tasty, by the way. Had to bring a bit of the Idaho!
They look very yummy!
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