Country Life
BY IAN NIALL POTATOES seem to have come into their own at last. As an article of diet they seem hitherto to have been an also ran. We ate them in their various forms but paid scant attention to them, as we did to the roll on our plate. If anyone had anything to say about them it was that they had given them up to avoid getting over- weight—cutting down on starch. Now that they are in short supply everyone is suddenly potato-conscious. Gardeners and allotnnenteers are putting them in with both hands. `B,' a farmer, did me a favour the other day and brought me a small sack of them to 'tide me over.' There may have been worse famines but I doubt whether we have ever paid so much for such a humble vegetable. The seed, too, seemed uncommonly hard to come by, at least in my district, but no one I know has so far hacked up a lawn to put in King Edwards, so things are not yet out of hand. 1 went out to lunch recently and the waiter, when he handed me the menu, inquired if I wanted two 'sorts' of potato. He had never bothered to press potatoes on me before and I missed the point until I read 'More than one sort of potato, 6d. extra.' The law of supply and demand, I suppose.
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