‘ODE TO THE TATTIE’ BY CAT HEPBURN

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face Great chieftain o’ the… stem veg

race! I love your imperfections Dirty, earthy, fleshy, lumpy, beautifully misshapen, soft and

sweet You’re my favourite food to eat I can have you mashed or boiled

roasted or baked, Warm, reekin-rich cut into into chunky chips, Into Tommy K, you shall get dipped But it’s a great shame, When every

day in Scottish hames Half a million tatties end up in

the bin In the space of just one year We throw away enough food to make 800 million meals And all that scran we toss? A billion pounds per year it costs So before ye hastily waste Store your spuds in a dark, cool

place And remember that their leftovers can make dishes of great taste Croquettes, or soup, or cheesy

mash And Cutting aff Green patches and sprouting bits is not a hard task And mind, you can freeze potatoes

with ease Come on Scotland, stop wasting

tatties please!