That’s not my joke, but I am not afraid to steal it.
Yams, like other produce, don’t say much. This is primarily because, unlike Katie Couric and Ryan Seacrest, they were not born blathering idiots.
Yams are silent, it’s true. They won’t tell you who to vote for in the next election (directly, like people do at church or on FOX news, or indirectly like they do in most media outlets). They won’t “accidentally” expose girly bits to you for all the paparazzi to snap up and sell. They won’t lie and cheat and steal, they write a best -selling novel or screenplay about their crime and become a celebrity for it.
No, yams are just a vegetable, an oddly shaped one, often mistaken for a sweet potato… and unlike humans, they don’t make a lot of noise.
Yams on My Mind
Today I guess I must have yams on my mind. Could be cuz my husband is digging the dirt for our first garden this year. Could be that a news reporter mentioned that yam pun on TV this morning and it stuck with me. Could be that I am wondering if I, too, have been fooled into mistaking a yam for a sweet potato a few times and not known the difference?
Skin. Dirt. That’s the packaging a yam comes in. I guess I have always had an odd relationship with naked things– people YES! Vegetables oh no! — but lately the piles of food that, like yams, don’t have to scream at me from inside their plastic shells have been making me hungry. I guess, like the yams, silence seems better than the flashing news, the glittering packaging, the glamorous crinkle of cellophane.
Yeah maybe it’s gray and clammy outside, and nothing much seems to be happening other than NCAA madness. But silence is just alright with yams, so maybe it’s alright with me too.
I found your blogs and I am very impressed! I wasn’t sure it was you until I found a couple of photos. It’s cliche, but you havn’t changed a bit! Do you think you will go to the reunion in July???