BumbleYam

My sister does something odd to her garden. She grows many deformed things in the little plot of land behind her garage. There have been shiny red quintuplet tomatoes that ache with ugliness. There have been cucumbers that are too traumatizing to describe.

This is her latest offspring. A sweet potato that dreamed of flying. Perhaps it never achieved the flight of a bumblebee. At least not without me ramming a chopstick into the back of it. But it did ride in the overhead compartment of a US Airways jet. Coach section.