Months ago Bill called me while he was out and about fulfilling his Saturday honey-do list, to ask me the simply question of how many sweet potato slips I wanted to plant. I was in the heat of busyness, burdened by too many demands, when the phone rang. I remember feeling angst from but another question that day so I blurted out an answer just to get off the phone. Mind you, I didn't bother to ask how many came in a bunch, or bother to determine how many we would actually need. I just hastily made a command decision, barked out an amount, with no information.
We are currently curing well over 500 sweet potatoes.
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