Moons over my yammy.

They've begun to amass by the milk crate in our laundry room, the only unfinished room in our itsy house, which thusly makes it the coldest nook. Ten, twenty five, forty orangey tubers that just look us in the face each time we go to nab a pair of clean socks from the dryer.

Sweet potatoes, whatever are we to do with you?!

Current pang-inducing tater meals:

• Sweet Potato Souffle (this recipe terrifies me, with its rising and inevitable falling)
• Poached Egg with Hollandaise Sauce on Sweet Potato Hash (mmm, saucy. A coworker says she now fixes this thrice weekly for dinner. And it's from Supper in Stereo, a seriously yum cooking blog)
• Sweet-tater Fries! (These appeared at Thanksgiving. I will not say that I disliked them. I will say they certainly were not a casserole full of mashed orangey starch with butter and marshmellows. There is always next year.)