8 July 2024

Potato

I make our evening meals. For tonight's menu I prepared Lincolnshire sausages, a simple salad and homemade oven chips (American: fries). Nothing too fancy.

I got the sausages in  the oven and then went to find the bag of  baking potatoes that I bought in our local "Lidl" store last week. Casually, I ripped through the polythene and to my surprise discovered this very big potato inside (see above). It is possibly the biggest regular potato I have ever handled. I decided to weigh it and it came in at just over two pounds and just under one kilogram. Bloody massive it was.

I only needed that one potato for our chips and in fact I didn't use it all. Imagine asking a guest or family member if they wanted a baked potato and then presenting them with that monster!

Out of curiosity I decide to find out if my potato's size was anywhere near record-breaking. Naturally, I expected it to pale into insignificance compared with the really big boys. Indeed, there have been many much bigger potatoes. The current record holder was grown in the village of Halam, Nottinghamshire by a gentleman called Peter Glazebrook back in 2011.

His whopper weighed in at 4.99 kilograms - or just under eleven pounds in old money. In other words, it was five times bigger than ours. But to me it seems something of an aberration - quite freakish with its various nobbly bits. At least our spud was a normal-looking complete tuber.

Peter Glazebrook's record breaker (2011)

29 comments:

  1. Your spud looks good!

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    1. The spud was the best thing we ever got from The Americas. Next best - Bob Dylan and Burger King.

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  2. Well I would have liked to see the finished meal. Finished, that is, before it was eaten.

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    1. Nosy Parker!...or should I say - Nosy Taylor!

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  3. My parents always paid us a few bucks for finding the biggest and most funny looking potatoes. Of course we had to dig them up ourselves. Looking back, it was money well spent on their part.

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    1. Did you find a potato that looked like you Ed? Two eyes, a mouth and same skin colour.

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    2. No but we found some that looked like faces and others that had "genitalia"!

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    3. Did you happen to find any lady potatoes?

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    4. At that age, we didn't know about such mysteries!

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  4. I like potatoes and good to hear that it will be baked.

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    1. Pay attention Sir Red! It was turned into chips.

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  5. I like the bigger spuds, it means you only have to peel one and have enough for the meal. That massive one looks a bit like a certain stage of foetal development.

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    1. Good point. Several little potatoes require more peeling.

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  6. The canteen at my work place sometimes offer baked potatoes, and they are always HUGE. I suppose they are expected to provide big, filling portions for the starving office workers who have exerted themselves all morning, tapping away at keyboards and yapping away during meetings.
    The record-breaking spud looks like not one single spud to me but more like a combined growth of several smaller ones.

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    1. You should get some of those jacket potatoes down your neck Meike. Stop you from blowing away when walking in a gale.

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  7. I am most impressed by your massive spud. At one kilo, it must be heavy to carry around.

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    1. Throwing a spud like that would make a great new Olympic field sport.

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  8. Its a beauty. A whopper!

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    1. Are you talking about the potato Dave?

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  9. Are we still thinking of post titles as titles of forthcoming autobiographies?

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    1. No. I have already thought of my title. It will be "A Yorkshire Memoir". Quite punchy I thought.

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  10. Simple meals are often the best in my opinion. And I learned something as I had on idea what constituted a Lincolnshire sausage, so I looked it up!

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    1. A Lincolnshire sausage is not something that a farmer has under his smock.

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  11. What had you been painting?

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    1. Well spotted Sherlock! I had been repainting a dead tree on which I hang bird food.

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  12. I would certainly have been proud to grow a potato that big.

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    1. I should have carved it instead of eating it.

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  13. That's a bloody big potato.

    I keep forgetting to tell you that I happened upon some old newspapers in a thrift shop here. The papers had been published in the 1930s and were from Leeds. Very strange.

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    1. Leeds is thirty five miles from this keyboard and yet you are 4163 miles away.

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