Yesterday I cleaned out one of my vegetable beds. I yanked out a sunflower and look what was underneath!
I somehow invented the sunflower potato.
When I was flopping around last night at 2am unable to sleep, I tried to think of names for my new vegetable: potato flower (nah), sunspud, suntater, sun potato (eh), sun nugget. I’m leaning toward suntater but I’m still working on it.
Meanwhile, it is now documented so I get full credit for developing this agricultural game changer.
Also yesterday was round 1 of apple sauce. We are going to be consuming gallons of this stuff in the next month.
As you can see, the apples aren’t very pretty. But they make up for it in volume. This bowl represents a fraction of what’s out there.
Normally I rake the ones I don’t use into a pile and after I put the garden to bed I bury them in there to compost.
However, there are so many, I’ve already dug auxiliary trenches in another part of the yard and buried about 9 buckets worth.
I need some livestock.
I’m going to can some, or jar some, as some folks like to say, but I think I might still have a pint or two from last year.
I forget that it’s there and it gets shoved back behind the cans of chicken broth and pinto beans.
We both had apple sauce sprinkled with granola for breakfast and it was terrific.
I was going to vote for “suntater” before I even saw it was your favorite, so…
A tiny little dissertation waiting to happen, origins of the “suntater.” Sigh. My brain is melting. School did it.
I thought they were mutated apples, from the title.