My twin brother’s English pen pal came to visit us in the late 1960s.
She was on a permanent diet to lose weight but loved sweets and cakes. My father once gave her dinner on a plate with a few tiny potatoes, newly dug up in our garden. He could be hilarious. The sight of little potatoes will forever remind me of that hot summer in 1969.
The photo with potatoes from our garden shows far more potatoes than my father served her.