MORNING
All summer I have been yearning for a plate of tiny Ayrshire potatoes smothered in butter.
Nothing else.
Or maybe with some mince.
Mince and potatoes.
I have been yearning for this dish of my childhood for many, many summers now.
I loved Ayrshire potatoes so much, that I would buy myself a little plot of land in Ayrshire so I could plant my potatoes in the sandy soil and nourish them with seaweed, so that my children could taste the wonderful flavour.
They have never tasted proper Ayrshire potatoes.
Oh, I know, there are Ayrshire potatoes in Scotland in early summer. But they are not the ones they used to be.
They are too big. They do not have the Ayrshire flavour.
Doubtless these “New Age” Ayrshires are grown there. But that’s all.
Are they forced? Have they changed the variety? Are they not using seaweed any more?
Most people who grow and sell these modern “Ayrshire potatoes” are too young to remember the “Real Ayrshires”
If there’s an old farmer out there who was born a very long time ago and used to grow the “real” Ayrshire potatoes, please let me know the secret.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Hi!
I’m looking to buy some Ayrshire potatoes I had as a child…really floury with darkish skin which broke apart when cooked! Can still taste them and want to have them again!!!
Have you had any luck??
Louise