But the best part is that when the seed pods (the furry, Muppet-looking things) dry out, they explode! And from what I was told, they explode violently enough to make noise.
Oh no, mi amigos, there was something different about my basket of veggies. In my basket was something that defies all manner of explanation. Something that may melt my cold, black, heathenistic heart and cause me to turn from my sinful ways. I mean, who would have thought that this miracle would happen to me? It was, well I'll just have to show you. It was this:
Sweet Potato Baby Jesus
What do you mean, you can't see anything? You seriously can't see Baby Jesus in this potato? He's right there. On the potato. Baby Jesus. Potato. Where's your faith, people? Okay, if you can't see the Baby Jesus in this, I'll show you.
Alright, so the face looks more like a winking fox, but you have to admit the umbilical cord is pretty darn convincing.
I thought about selling Sweet Potato Baby Jesus on eBay and using the money to support my raging drug-habit, but instead I think I'll mash him up and eat him with butter. Amen!Take Care,