Potato Blooms

"Found a little patched-up inn in the village of Bulson…
Proprietor had nothing but potatoes;
but what a feast he laid before me.
Served them in five different courses--
potato soup, potato fricassee, potatoes creamed, potato salad and finished with potato pie.
It may be because I had not eaten for 36 hours, but that meal seems about the best I ever had."
  ~~Diary notes from World War I, Life 24 Jan. '64

The potato blooms close up in the evening.
Taken at dusk, the breeze settled down enough for me to make this shot in dim light.
Love fresh grown potatoes.
It must be the German in me...
~Nancy ~ 153/365