Today, the Brit and I emptied out the (storage) container in which we’d grown banana fingerling potatoes. We found about four dozen, though most seem pretty small (did we not hill well enough?). Thought they’d be sweeter.
Still, boiled, dressed with mint, with homegrown Thai salad greens and tomatoes, with grilled eggplant from the garden on the side, plus the last of the sausage from our half pig, purchased last fall, and the last of some golden cauliflower, spiced and grilled too. Yum.