Supper, dogs and a missing sweet potato

Last night I had everything planned and working for supper – corn bread in the oven; ham ready to put in oven; turnip greens in pot on low heat; two sweet potatoes on the counter top ready for the microwave.

I had never nuked sweet potatoes before, but a web site said cook on high for 4-5 minutes; add 3-4 minutes if cooking two.

Everything ready to go, so I came in here to check mail and read Vast Right Wing Conspiracy sites. When those were done, I went back to the kitchen to check cooking status.

Where is the other sweet potato? (Move stuff around on the counter top, figuring the sweet potato must be hiding somewhere. Nope.) Where did … The dogs had just a few minutes before asked to go outside, which was strange, because they had been in not much more than 10 minutes … Dogs want outside. Missing sweet potato.

“Okay.” I was now talking aloud. “Where is it?” Check kitchen floor. Nope. I wanted to find a whole sweet potato. “What did you do with it?” Check dining room, living room. Hallway. South bedroom. East … “I’ll be … something,” as I see tiny pieces of sweet potato skin on the carpet. “You … dogs!”

The remaining sweet potato was sufficient for Priscilla and me. But the 4-5 minutes? Don’t believe it. Cook a sweet potato for at least 8 minutes.

And watch out for the dogs.