We had day-after-Thanksgiving dinner at my mother-in-law’s house today. This woman can COOK. I was diving into a baked sweet potato when I heard her dismayed gasp, “you eat THE SKIN!?”
An organ at the neighboring church groaned “duh-duh-duuuuuuuuuuuuhm.”
“Y-yes…” I answered meekly, a subtle question mark materializing at the end of the syllable.
She shook her head at me. Shook. Her. Head. She was so taken aback; you’d think I was gnawing on tree bark. I aim to please. Between the
bark skin consumption and passing on the butter, it’s a wonder I haven’t forfeited my membership in the family! I’m grateful for small favors and small flavors!