This spring I took a few old Yukon Gold potatoes that had gotten a bit sprout-happy in my tuber basket and chopped them in pieces. I had a bit of leftover mold inhibitor powder from last year when I actually purchased seed potatoes, so I gave them a little dusty-dusty, then stuck them in the ground. You're supposed to mound the potatoes, generously providing more room for them to expand and grow. There wasn't much room to mound, so I gave them each a little, well, bump of dirt. They didn't seem too angry at me because they surprised me with this lovely little bounty. I left a few plants in the garden to see if they'll continue to grow for another month or so, or until we become a little frosty here.
Some day, I'm going to have a HUGE row of potatoes at the farm where I'll be able to truly heed their every wish. They'll have mounds so big they won't know what to do with them. Until then, we're happy with the buttery goodness these little balls offered us for dinner tonight.