When Paul pulled the potatoes out of the ground, he loaded them into crates and they have sat in our garage for…a week? They were sitting there, waiting for us to get a good idea of what to do with them. Granted, we would eat some here and there. So now, Paul is on the floor picking out the mushy, rotten ones. Let me tell you, it is not the most pleasant odor. The lesson is: clean and scan through the crop immediately, so that this doesn’t happen. Put that one in your pocket. It’s free.