That's the good thing about potatoes; so long as you keep them watered, but not too watered, it's pretty hard to get it wrong.
Of course, a bit of care and attention can mean that you get it really right, and you find yourself almost drowning in the things, but if you just give it a go, like I did, and you get a lovely haul like this, then you'd have to be happy. I was.
One big bowl of potatoes that we didn't have to buy. Woo!
Boiled up with fresh mint straight from the garden... 
...and tossed with butter. Delicious, and satisfying, in so many ways.
And we got our first pumpkins. The week I picked these, and dug the potatoes, we didn't have to get potatoes, pumpkin or tomatoes from the market. Ka-Ching!
We're still eating the tomatoes we grew on the front deck, and still picking the wild ones from the back garden. Gotta love this pretending-to-be-a-gardener thing.
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Yeah... I'm still not buying tomatoes, though will have to nexty week... and the rocket and spinach I put in a few weeks ago are nearly big enough for a sandwich:-) Various other winter veg seem to be surviving the variable weather nicely...
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