If you live in Monte Vista, Colorado, you can buy potatoes grown within half a mile of your house. That’s about as local as you can get without growing the potatoes yourself. Before I moved here, I thought there were red potatoes and white potatoes (and there are) but there are also gold potatoes and red potatoes with yellow “meat.” There are red, white and blue potatoes you can cook up for your 4th of July potato salad. This is truly a brave new potato world, for me, anyway.
Problem is, I don’t “get” potatoes. They fall into a category with rice of “tasteless white starches.” I’m a bread and/or pasta kind of person. Oatmeal.
My mom always said (of herself) “It’s not a meal unless there’s a potato on the table.” I got her a convincing ceramic potato to leave on her table at all times. She didn’t think it was funny, but it WAS funny. My aunts were fooled and said, “Helen, what’s this potato doing on your table?” or “Helen, there’s a potato on your table you forgot to put away.”
Pretty soon is the biggest local event of the year — the Ski (sky) Hi Stampede which is three days of rodeo, carnival and parades. Monte Vista is home to the first pro-rodeo in Colorado. I like rodeo but, so far, I haven’t been to this one. Maybe this year.