What is it about a cool fall
day and sweet potatoes? They just seem to go hand in hand. I remember as a kid,
I loved them so much. I would cut up my pork chop and mix it all together.
Tonight for our supper, we
are having left over ribs from Sunday; everyone wants corn, but not me. I don’t care for canned yams, or sweet potato soufflé.
Just give me the red beauty baked in the oven, and smothered in butter.
So, I took off to the produce
stand. Much of what they had was from Georgia and small. When I get a sweet tater, I want a big one.
Then I found another box.
Yeah that is what I am talking about!
Big, red, and sweet and exactly,
what I needed to bring a smile to my face.
I get the kids, home and walk
in with my treasured beauty.
Wash it off, and then Senior
says: “good gawwd that’s big!
Are you hungry or something?”
“Why yes I am, is that a
problem”? I said with a raised eyebrow….
“Uh no..just sayin..thats big”
“MmmmHmmmm” I say
I clean up my tater, and wrap
her in foil. I preheat the oven to 390 and gently place it on the rack to bake.
Ohhh! I can’t wait to inhale that delicious smell at supper time. To cut her
open and let my taste buds absorb my first sweet potato of the fall season
