My first attempt to grow potatoes is very encouraging. I only devoted about one square yard to the project. Things were going well until a dog that my neighbors were watching crashed into the patch and leveled all the plants. I wanted to complain and be bitter about the dog, but it turned out that my neighbors (who are very nice) were watching it for their son. He is both working all day and dealing with a serious illness in his family. No chance for righteous outrage. I dug them up today because I didn't want the little fellows to use all their energy to grow new plants. Next year I'll leave them in the ground and do a better job of mulching. As the upper plants grow, I was supposed to cover the stems with mulch so that the sun couldn't turn the new little potatoes into green poisonous nuggets of death. You can see a hint of green on one of the Yukon Gold potatoes. I have three types, red, baking, and gold fingerlings. My other mistake was that when the fingerling spuds arrived from Burpee, I didn't read the directions and left them in the plastic bag they arrived in. Most of what I got rotted before I could get them in the ground. Next year I swear I'll do better. But I must say that this bowl is a mouthwatering indication that my imperfect patch can grow potatoes.