Monday, November 21, 2005

A NOT-SO- SWEET POTATO EXPERIENCE

It was so cold today that I broke down and bought one of those sweet potatoes off of the truck.

For those of you not familiar with the potato truck, it's a seasonal Japanese thing. Only in the autumn and winter, a mini-truck decked out with a wood-fired oven trudges through the neighborhood streets. When you hear the driver's nasal announcement over the built-in loudspeaker, you drop whatever you are doing and run out (however you may look) with a wad of cash. I'm not kidding when I say "wad of cash" - it's a lot more expensive than it used to be.

You then bring home the steaming hot brown paper bundle and dig in, greedily, slathering the sweet yellow flesh with lashings of cold butter. That's, like, a trillion calories right there... But it just isn't autumn until you've had the sweet potato off the truck.

Anyway, my point is that the guy driving the truck was a letch. Our conversation went as follows:

etta: One sweet potato, please.

Potato Truck Guy: Big or small?

e!: Big.

PTG: Here you go. (Hands me a potato bigger than my head. No kidding.)

e!: Wow! It's so heavy!

PTG: That's because it's plump and juicy - just like you. (Winks lewdly.)

e!: ......

So. Erm. Does this man want to date me, or does he want me to go on a diet??

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