Imagine the scene: It is early in the morning… Mark is basking in the lowlight (and temperature) of the time prior to the heat. Chef Alex Young strolls to the backyard (our massive garden) and sips a steaming cup of coffee. He tells Mark that he had a dream (I see a patten here..) that he had potatoes ready under ground. Mark, not ready to contemplate potatoes in his harvest list, hesitates. However, and this only further proves that my boss is far too prophetic, hesitation may set itself aside. We have potatoes, and we have a one Chef Alex’s sixth sense to thank for that. Kennebecks and Pontiacs. Ready to serve. Come and get ‘um.