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those don’t look like French fries!

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This time of year in eastern New Brunswick and elsewhere, the potato fields are flourishing and many are in bloom.



I am so grateful for those potato fields. I love French fries, so much so that I limit my intake by making promises to myself and my son (something like: I promise to eat French fries only once per week for the next three months. I usually stick to these promises because I make them for a specific time.



I love other potato products. I make great potato salad (potatoes, Miracle Whip, onions, bacon bits, mustard, green relish, pepper and basil). We also eat potato and leek soup regularly (a great hot-day supper). And, of course, potatoes are an ingredient in every stew I make through the winter.



But although we love potatoes, do we ever appreciate their very pretty flowers? Like so many things, we fail to see their beauty unless we look.



Copyright Jane Tims 2017

Written by jane tims

July 26, 2017 at 7:19 am

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  1. I love potatoes, too! (Especially oven-roasted baby potatoes.) If I’ve ever seen a potato field before I didn’t know what it was I was looking at. What pretty flowers!

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    Barbara Rodgers

    July 26, 2017 at 7:51 am

    • In New Brunswick potato fields are everywhere! McCains, famous for their fries, have their head office in Florenceville, New Brunswick.


      jane tims

      July 26, 2017 at 10:43 am

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