Ok make a cuppa here we go...
Spuds are a staple around here, they're a part of most meals. For an ingredient so prominent something was missing. I'd pick up the weekly groceries and my choices were whites, reds or blues, all picked from under the fluro lights of the vege section in coloured bags to disguise the flacid, often green spuds within.
Once home and if they hadn't started shooting in the cupboard after a day or three I'd serve them as dry floury lumps on a plate and have to resort to covering them up with salt, gravy or every blokes go too.. tomato sauce.
That was until a chance encounter at a market in South West WA.
A ray of sunshine caught my eye and led me to a small stall with a sign that read 'Gourmet Potatoes For Sale'
And there they were, resplendent in the sunshine, all named cultivars and sold by the kg in old fashioned paper bags by a weathered farmer.
So the next thing I know I'm carting 15 odd kilograms of spuds back to the trusty XR50. On the three hour journey home, from now the best weekend away ever, the still bewildered Mrs, being a chef, started to make plans for my haul. 'Theres different potatoes for different uses don't you know?' She said nonchalantly.
So over the next month I put my apron on and started to explore my new found obsession.
And what a revelation it was.
Theres Mozart, perfect for roasting, crunchy and golden brown on the outside, yet soft and buttery within.
Dutch cream, the smoothest, silkiest mash you've ever had.
Prince of orange, the perfect potato salad, soft yet firm enough to hold shape.
I could go on, I'm an unemployed green keeper with smashed discs in my neck... so I will...
Neptune makes a great stuffed spud with the topping of your choice.
So thats how it all began, I'm like a door knocking Morman nowadays spreading the word and travelling the highways looking for the next farm gate or market stall to further enlighten myself
