|France Plants publicity photo of Prospère - not a particularly good specimen!|
|Prospère (Stemster) in Descartes market, 11th March 2012|
According to Alan Romans' The Potato Book, Stemster was developed by Dr Jack Dunnett in Caithness (the lowlands beyond the Highlands) in 1986, and named after a hill and loch not far from the little east-coast port of Lybster, where Tim used to have a house. You can - or could - order Scottish-grown Stemster in bags of 10, 20 or 60 seed from Alan Romans here.
|These look rather fine, don't they?|
France Plants go on at length about the old-fashioned flavour, which is interesting in view of the blandness of so many modern varieties. Classic French dishes such as gratinée dauphinoise swamp any flavour the potato might actually have with other ingredients - stock, onions, leeks, garlic for instance. From the press release I gather that France Plants have spotted a new market for foodstuffs with an "authentic taste". Very canny, and they have a winner. Equally canny is the name, which means "Prosperous", and has an old fashioned ring to it.
My big concern is that Alan Romans won't be able to export Stemster to me in France any more, because Prospère is a registered trademark - une exclusivité France Plants. I know how many rows of potatoes I want, and 10 plants per row is just fine. Therefore I like the ability to buy a set number of seed from Alan - French seed potatoes tend to be smaller than British ones, so even 1.5 kilos is quite a lot.
The one thing Stemster isn't, is a competitor for Charlotte - a potato more unlike Charlotte than Stemster would be impossible to find in France. If I was only permitted to grow one variety, I think it would be Stemster. As it is, this year we are only growing Red Duke of York (early), Charlotte (salad), Stemster (all-rounder), Remarka (baker) and Pink Fir Apple (unique - corne de gatte in France) plus a couple of heritage varieties. And one hint from NR - it is traditional in France to plant potatoes at the flowering of the lilac - still a couple of weeks away, judging from our lilac trees. That's a less moveable feast than the British tradition of planting your spuds on Good Friday!