As the appliance whirls noisily, new potatoes leap like popping corn. The chamber is the type of sadistic room associated with Saw movies, but specially designed for veg. The walls too have jagged panels, to rasp off their skin. The spinning floor is grated, scratching the feet of the potatoes as they’re thrown around. Some high-end veg boxes now deliver a cubic foot of worm-infested earth, in which you can rootle around for one or two tubers, spotted with authentic blight.) So, how does it peel ( to treat me like you do)? It’s a bit like a blender with no blade, jumbling the potatoes all higgledy-piggledy (note to self: use this phrase more, it’s delightful). (That’s what organic means, isn’t it? Just completely caked in shit. I throw some new potatoes into the basin. It’s huge – the size of a crouching toddler minus the head – and quite ugly. There’s no point straining for classiness when your product literally sloughs the muddy skin off spuds. Either way it sounds ludicrous when attached to a potato peeler. This isn’t that kinda place Well?įirst of all, that brand name sounds like the self-appointed nickname of a narcissistic dictator, or Spanish beach resort.
