therefore I got myself into serious trouble at the hutterite potato mountain party. we got there day one, a friend told me it was up and I dragged my partner into the car, and filled every container, and filled my little hatchback completely with potatoes.
I was so excited that I did not even think for a moment about anything but potatoes. my mind went blank. then I got home.
unloading the potatoes. piling and looking over the potatoes. starting to process them. realizing I have no more freezer space after washing, peeling and boiling 30 pounds of them. canning until I ran out of jars and my hands hurt from soaking and scrubbing and cutting.
I gave many to other people in the local food not bombs group to preserve until we need them, gave a lot to the food bank, and am giving more to a local mutual aid group today.
I have no jars left. my deep freezer is full. my back hurts.
BUT I had a great time at potato mountain. I also found a lady who knows about an onion mountain and another who knows about a corn mountain so I get the feeling I might be in trouble a few more times this year.
That is an insane amount of potatoes. You’re probably more ambitious than most in how much you took home, and I bet it would take many hundreds if not thousands of you to make a dent in that pile.
it was wild. families filing the beds of pickup trucks. hippies with big laundry baskets. farm workers with kids filing bags. we didn’t make a dent in the nearly full afternoon, it was as if none had been taken
it was on the news the following day and after that I think it was all gone. enough people showed up! I kept trying to fit more in the car! I kept thinking about the food bank and food not bombs both needing food like this, and getting more crazy about playing Tetris with my hatchback
if I had a truck? it would have been worse, much worse