Homegrown potatoes

This morning my dad announced that the potatoes he planted in the vegetable patch (I didn’t even know we had a vegetable patch) where ready to be harvested. No one else in my entire family was aware of these potatoes but still, after an hour of scrabbling around in the depths of our garden with a trowel, he emerged holding 3 potatoes looking very proud of himself.
Despite the fact that two pizza’s had already been bought for dinner, my dad insisted that roast potatoes were compulsory. So I had a lovely dinner of pizza and half a roast potato.