This will hurt me...

Fields filled with growing somethingorthers [potatoes? leeks? cabbages? onions? swedes? any ideas?] in Ridgley, just outside of Burnie. I do like the morning light on crops. This photo leads me into today's poem, from one of Australia's favourites, Judith Wright. Woman To Man , Judith Wright The eyeless labourer in the night, the selfless, shapeless seed I hold, builds for its resurrection day--- silent and swift and deep from sight foresees the unimagined light. This is no child with a child's face; this has no name to name it by; yet you and I have known it well. This is our hunter and our chase, the third who lay in our embrace. This is the strength that your arm knows, the arc of flesh that is my breast, the precise crystals of our eyes. This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose. This is the maker and the made; this is the question and reply; the blind head butting at the dark, the blaze of light along the blade. Oh hold me, for I am af...

Henry loves mashed potatoes. So I get him to mash them. I usually fancy the Dutch Cream , which is a superior Tasmanian speciality. The Dutch Cream is like the Henry and Ezra of the potato world, smooth, sexy and world class. I rank it as top of the class. However, a new pretender to the throne has emerged with the flash American-bred Innovator . This brash, yet versatile little beauty (mash it, boil it, roast it, fry it) is kind of like a plain Russet with a creamy undertone. I won't lie, it's drawn my eye. My name is Kris. I am a spudoholic.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut...