bandicooting for potatoes

Apart from catching up with old friends, and getting to know their baby son a little better, one of the high-points of the weekend was a spot of bandicooting in a friend’s garden.

Eating dinner afterwards, I remember thinking: "Wow; these potatoes taste unusually good" – it took a while to click that they were the ones that I’d just picked.

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