“I hunger…”
“What a great day of 1841 in Ireland.”
Phytophthora infestans:
I was expecting mole rats
Potato: W̴̡̪̘̙͖̯̺̟̜͎͙̯̫͂͛̐͛̓̒̀͗̾͌̽͝h̴͉̱̺̩͒ȩ̴̛͇̞̙͉̝̩̿̾͑r̶̨̥̳̝̝̳̤͙̀̀͂́͑͘͠͝e̶̞̻̮͔͊̍͛̈́͌’̶̼͎̱̞͚̮͓̠͈̐͒͒̋́͒͊̅̉́͝͝s̵̠͍̎̌̾̃͐͘͝ ̷̛̭̬̈́͌̀̍͆͂̈́̿̾̂̃͝t̸̜̉̈́͊̀́̿͐̋͗͊h̴͉̠̳̗̹̱͔͇́̆̏͂̓e̵̛̗̙̽͊͛͊̌̇͐̌̏͆̈́̌ ̵̡̛̙̰̭̬̉̃͊́̑̀͝f̴̦͓̈́̾̋u̵̢̺̯̰̲̫̗̹͎͓̯͑̈̉̔c̶̱͚̯̦͈͚̓̈́̉̍̊́̏͂k̷̠̝̔͗͑͒͐̈̄̋͋̄̾̄ͅi̵͚̤̣̺͙̬̳̱͐͗͜͝͝n̴̛̬͍̦͕͚̠͚̼̈́̂ĝ̴̟̥̮͚̯̻̘͕̠̦̔̾̌̃̀͜ ̴̗̭̝̹̙̺̱̂͂̔̈͘͜͜͠s̴̢̙̟̳̰̜̓̐̈́́̇̍̓o̵̪̹̖̼̗͖̣̲̗͕̗̾͂͑͜͝ͅi̶̡̛͈̣̖̯̭̠͙͋̽͒̉͂͋̕͝l̷̡̧̜̼̼̹̯̻̥̹̩̉͑̿̓̊̓͋̕͘͠͝
My potatoes are kept in the bag they were bought in. Last a lot longer there than all the other storage solutions I’ve tried like wooden bins, metal bins and refrigerator.
I mean, potatoes are pretty picky about their storage too.
Root cellars were amazing things. My grandparents would grow potatoes and store them for a year until next harvest.
Root.
heh
Root gives me milk
Boil 'em, mash 'em, use 'em to play doom
I mean, you say that, but I once had some carrots which had turned black on the outside and when I peeled them, they still looked and tasted like fresh carrots.
a good spud, 'e is.
Imagine if Irish people were easily offended.
