Diddley dee potatoes

Yesterday I did something I have never done before: I planted potatoes. Three different varieties, including “Russian Blue”, which really are blue (although I am told the colour fades when you cook them. I will let you know when I find out this fall). I read up on how to plant them but was still nervous, so asked  for help when I was at a family run nursery  this week. A sturdy woman with calloused hands showed me exactly what to do.

To grow potatoes, you have to plant some of last year’s potatoes. The ones I had were a variety of sizes; the small ones go into the ground whole, and the larger ones are cut into smaller pieces. I made sure my seed potatoes had been exposed to light in the last few weeks, so they had begun to sprout.

Each potato needs about one square foot of garden, so I marked off a grid in one of my raised boxes and placed one seed in every section. I planted them about eight inches deep, as instructed. I covered them with earth. With any luck, they will poke their noses out of the ground before too long and look lovely blooming during the summer months.

Often when I am in the garden, something in particular will roll around in my head. Sometimes it is a tune, sometimes a phrase or a situation. Yesterday it was a phrase: “Diddley dee potatoes!”.

It comes from a Scottish comedian named Danny Bhoy and a bit that he does on the difference between Scots and the Irish. Here is a small clip from youtube:

I am married to a man named Paddy O’Brien, and his father’s family is–surprise!–from Ireland. They came to Ontario after a generation in Newfoundland, so it is hardly a close and immediate connection. Nonetheless, I count Ireland as part of our family’s heritage. And if there’s something the Irish are known for, it’s potatoes. It felt good to plant a crop of them just as generations did before us, placing bits of soft, sprouted flesh into the ground. And if that didn’t keep me smiling while I dug in the soggy soil, hearing Danny Bhoy saying “Diddley dee potatoes” surely did!

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6 Responses to Diddley dee potatoes

  1. Lorraine says:

    Kristine! Thanks for introducing me to Danny Bhoy! I’ll never get the diddlydee potatoes out of my head!!

  2. Sue Channen says:

    I hope that your nursery lady told you that potatoes need to be “hilled” – that is, they grow best when they are planted in a mound of earth above ground level. You then get to stick your hand in the warm earth in late July and start “stealing” the baby potatoes!

    • Yes! I have also read that it is good to cover the bed in straw or compost. I admit the concept of poisonous green potatoes freaks me out so I will be vigilant about covering them up.

  3. Stacey says:

    The blue ones fade if you boil, to sort of a blue grey light pastel colour. But no fading if you fry!! Haven’t trying baking. Here is my evidence: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=649917504830&set=a.526105579920.2124089.187906012&type=1&theater

  4. Cool! It sounds like steak and baked blue potatoes are in my future. (Which I supose will mean at least one glass of wine. And I can’t have all that without a luxurious dessert. It would all be just an experiment, of course. Science. Learning. The pursuit of higher knowledge.)

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