When I was a kid, we had a farm that we share-cropped out in a small town in, I guess, central Minnesota. The soil was dark earth mixed with sand. In our garden, my dad used to marvel at the phenomenal potatoes he grew.
Several years later, potatoes became such a major crop for the local farmers that a potato chip factory, Barrel O’ Fun, opened. They’re my favorites but I’d have to drive eight hours to get some.
