The local farmers’ market has lately been selling some big potatoes – 5 for £1.50. I bought some, obviously.
There’s no arguing that they’re big but they’re just awful. I was going to say the tasteis just awful, but there really is no taste. It doesn’t seem to matter what you do to them – mash, roast, fry, whatever – they continue to taste bland and watery. Sure, you can pile on the salt and pepper, add the butter, the cream, the goose fat; but then, at best, they just taste of salt and pepper and so on. Still they do make for a reasonable photo–op
Of course I didn’t grow these monsters and by many standards these aren’t even all that monstrous at all
Above is Mr Peter Glazebrook with a potato he grew in 2010. It weighed 3.8kg and appeared in the Guinness Book of Records. I’ve long admired Mr Glazebrook who’s produced all manner of mighty vegetables, though of course I don’t know how his potato tasted.
And even so it’s perfectly possible to imagine bigger potatoes, and many have, like this:
and this:
and this:
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