Old-Fashioned Potatoes.
- Recently a friend wrote to say how amused he was at my recipe for a hotbed. Stable' manure I I 'as being a little old-fashioned. I am a little old-fashioned about potatoes too. The monsters that pass for seed nowadays horrify me. My grandfather, whose potatoes grew waist-high, knew what a crop was, and the seed he would plant was the size of a pullet's egg, each one clean and firm. When he sold seed to people in the south the consignment was hand-picked. Brought up to consider a seed potato as important as the first-quality seed of any other crop, I am probably old-fashioned when I look at the pig-food offered as seed by small shops and even grocers in my locality, although I understand that the grading of seed potatoes comes— under some restriction today. I feel it might be as well if we bought a consignment of " eyes," as I believe they do abroad, but again I hear a voice from the past insisting that it is better not to cut se8e Probably the modern technique makes nonsense of my reservations about seed potatoes, but my potatoes are the old-fashioned ones with the midden at their roots and a yield of which no one need be ashamed.
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