Not too long ago I found myself standing in the middle of a field stretching further than my eyes could see, surrounded by new friends, the sounds of screaming machinery, and the pungent smell of fresh earth.
And then there were the potatoes. Pounds and piles and entire warehouses full of potatoes of all shapes and sizes.
This is Idaho potato country. And this is where I was lucky enough to find myself several weeks ago, at the epicenter of the largest potato growing, harvesting, shipping and processing industry in these United States.
Even if you’re not a fan of potatoes, you would have to be impressed by the sheer volume of operations such as these… all of the labor that goes into that one sack of potatoes that you snatch off the shelf in the grocery store while texting your mom, juggling a package of chicken breasts, and dashing off to the sour cream aisle.
It’s incredibly impressive and more than a little humbling.
