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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Spud Harvest 101

As a newby to Idaho I had no idea what "spud harvest" was or even what a "spud" was.  I am now a bit more educated on the whole process and wanted to share my vast knowledge of the subject (ha ha) with the world because I know you care oh so much (he he).


First of all, a "spud" is Idahoan for "potato" so if you hear another person say "spuds" you will now know what it is that they are talking about. 


To prove how crazy we here in Idaho are about our spuds, some schools actually get a "Spud Harvest Break" from school, which, if your not working in the harvest, is two weeks of sheer bliss!!!
Unfortunatly . . .


I was not such a person because I decided to work in spud harvest for a local farmer.  Goodie!!! :)


There are six main jobs in spud harvest (I will start with the highest paid).
1.) The Farmer - he gets to call the shots and fret and worry about ALL that goes on
2.) The Digger - he gets to run the machine that digs the spuds from the gorund and 
     puts them into the semi-truck
3.) The Crossover - this guy runs the tractor that pulls the crossover (it digs up four
     rows of spuds and puts them into two for the digger to come behind and get)
4.) The Truck Driver - these lucky turds get to sit in a heated/air conditioned truck
     and haul the spuds from the field to the cellar
                      PSSST . . . I'm not jealous of their job AT ALL!!!
                                                       NOT

5.) The Piler - he gets to sit on a stool and move a conveyor belt that puts the spuds
                        into a big pile in the cellar (aren't we so original in our names) :)


LAST, BUT NOT LEAST. . .

6.) The Soil Elimination Engineers!! - a.k.a "Clod Pickers" we
      (including myself) get the prestigious job of picking out the dirt clods,
       vines, and rotten or cut spuds from among the good, sellable spuds.


Oh What Fun!!!  :) :)


So here's where it all starts:                      
In the field (who knew spuds had flowers when the grew! they're quite pretty and the color of flower tells you what kind of spud is growing underneath! Who woulda thunk it!)



Next, the spuds are dug out of the ground and loaded into the truck and brought into the cellar.



Then, comes MY job!!   (Drum roll please!)                    

Clod Picking!!!
(This is not me, but you get the idea)  :)

Next, are a few pictures from spud harvest last year.  I did work, but only part time, whereas this year I worked the WHOLE thing!!!





So the next time you go to the grocery store and buy a bag of potatoes think of us Idahoans working our tails off all for the love of a potato! :)

9 comments:

Meagan said...

You are probably the best little clod picker...(cute name) i just bought some potatoes yesterday, and now they mean more to me...thanks!

Bobi... said...

clod picker and hiney writer - you are one amazing woman! LOL!

the Petterson Family said...

This is such a funny post!! I will think of you as I eat my baked potatoes...with sour cream and cheese and chives and butter...Mmmmmmm. I think I'll go have on right now!

Lisa Lines said...

Oh, that makes me miss Idaho. Did you know that Shelley, Idaho has a annual spud fest every year in September. Events include a parade with the harvest equiptment and people throwing spuds instead of candy, spud game, and finally a tug of war over a pit of giant mashed potatoes. The mashed potatoes are mixed in a cement truck. To kick off the events, the newly crowned Miss Russet takes a bite of mashed potatoes from the pit and the festivites begin. How I love Idaho.

Brianna Tuckett said...

I did not know that about the little town of Shelly, but it sounds like a kickin' party! I'll have to check it out next year!!! Thanks :)

Carrie said...

Sounds like fun! (:

Duckie said...

That's great!! I've never experienced that myself, but my family happen to be spud farmers in Terreton - small world!!! Maybe you know them; they are the Bitters. My mom will actually be up there for the next few days too - I hope she comes back with my Grandpa's potatoes (there's nothing better than that).

Crazy Babies said...

Wow Brianna, it sounds like such an experience, and I would never have known if you didn't post! Thank you for opening my eyes to such a process! Thank you for the complement on my blog. Love Ya!

Alyssa said...

That's hilarious! I've always wondered the whole process of potatoes, now next time I eat one, I'll wonder who the clod picker was-maybe you! :-)