The sweet, no sweat Sweet Potato...

If I've learned anything, I've learned not to be surprised that every task on the farm involves sweat, sometimes blood,

 and insuppressible tears.

(And nobody's singing, "You've made me so very happy".)

No one in her (or his) right mind can deny that the word "farm' is more of an action verb than a noun.

My point being?

NOTHING comes that easy 'round here.

 And it's not the first time I've said that, just in case you're thinking,  "Good God...there she goes again..."

The truth is what it is. What can I say?

Nothing comes easy.

Wel-l-l-l-l, Almost.

I have finally discovered the key to happiness on a farm:

PLANT SWEET POTATOES!

Enter Exhibit A

I can proclaim that this beautiful bundle of goodness came about almost effortlessly.

The amazing part of it all, is that this came from one little potato eye that grew 

a slip on a sweet potato that I kept around to see if I could grow some... as an experiment.

One. little. slip.

I KNOW!!!

Incredible, no?

INCREDIBLE!

YES...!

I planted it and did nothing for 120 days, except give it a drink every now and then.

(Now I know how a fisherman feels pulling up that prize fish...with a,  

"Look what I did" gratifying smirk on his face when the fish was the one doing all the work!)

No lie, it was an exhilarating surprise hiding under that mound of dirt!

Not only did I squeal with joy at the amount, but check this out;

Sweet potatoes are full of fiber, Vitamin A and a slew of other nutrients and minerals, not to mention pretty low in calories.

As they cure, the sugar content increases...how can you go wrong here?

"Hi De Ho, Hi De Hi, Gonna get me a piece of the sky!"