Once this maintenance work was done, I turned to the picking – a COURGETTE (yellow golden), PEAS (lancashire lad & ne plus ultra), a few slender FRENCH BEANS (triomphe de farcy, early warwick & emperor of russia) & a big handful of sweetpeas.Then I dug up the holiday POTATOES that I brought back from Tenerife (here being inspected by Domino the cat) – they are a white potato with red eyes. I’ll see if they taste anything like the ones over there – although I suspect not, as I think that the flavour of potatoes owes as much to the soil that they are grown in as the variety…
I think both soil and variety add their bit into the equation. I know that people say International Kidney (Jersey Royal when it's at home) although a lovely spud, doesn't quite taste the same. You might be surprised and find they are better than you remembered!
ReplyDeletePatatas bravas?
I think you are right about the flavour of the potatoes. I LOVE the potatoes I eat on Madeira island, they are grown on the rich volcanic soil. I don't think they would taste the same grown on London clay!
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping that they'll turn out like the Papas arrugadas - those salty little beggars they serve with mojo sauce - I'll give 'em a whirl at the weekend.
ReplyDeleteI think you're both right about the soil - perhaps I should have brought some Mount Tiede volcano ash back with me to grow them in!