Attended kumara dig on Auckland's west coast. Children, parents, grandparents, friends of the grower all listened to instructions then swooped on the sandy patch to unearth the crop with bare hands. Prizes were given for smallest, largest, ugliest, most beautiful etc. In the old days, Maori watched out for one that most resembled the goddess Pani. I found one that was a good contender.
Marvellous to do this in community, then share lunch together under the trees.