Saturday, 21 February 2009
Sack of spuds
We have a basket in the corner of our kitchen called 'the basket of plenty'. This basket was acquired on a not so successful camping trip B and I took to Northern Spain in a very noisy and unreliable car when M was just a twinkle in our eyes. The basket of plenty is where we store our vegetables. And at the moment it is looking rather un-plentiful in an end-of-the-month way.
We do usually have potatoes in it though, and this is a source of annoyance for me, as we tend to buy potatoes from the supermarket and they come in horrible plastic bags that get torn open and then our potatoes sit in the light and go all green and sprouty.
Not any more, they don't! Ta-dah! One drawstring bag for potatoes, whipped up from some canvas salvaged from a cushion cover, a few scraps to applique 'POTS', and a drawstring from a box of old sewing bits from my Nanna's house.
This makes me very happy. Happy Saturday everyone!