Well, it all started 2 years ago, when I bought a sweet potato from the supermarket for a German class project. After the project, the sweet potato was wrapped back up in its original plastic bag, promptly had laundry placed over it, and remained that way for a month.
When I next stumbled upon the spud, a single vine had begun to grow, with withered leaves aching for sunlight. Figuring that since it had lived this long, it deserved a chance at a rooted life, I plucked up a nice toothbrush cup, filled it with topsoil, and planted the butt-end of the spud into it. I placed it near my window and watered it daily for over a year. The thing lived! It grey such fine tendrils of vines, that I could not help but be proud of it.
After a year, and Spring's arrival, I decided to plant my sweet potato outside since its roots were already making the bottom of the cup crack. I placed it into the ground, covered it up, and let it grow. And grow. And grow and grow and grow! Soon, the vines covered the area of a sedan!
With frost coming, I decided to look for vines to cut and nurture into new sweet potato plants, only to find that the supermarket sweet potato's vines covered up a mount that was two and half feet across! I sheared the vines away, dug down deep, and unearthed my spoils from the single plant. Now, these were all hooked together as ONE plant, but they broke apart of course.
The two potatoes to the right are regular potatoes that you would bake for comparison.
The green thumb with potatoes must be in the genes, eh?
Yeah, random, but I'm friggin' proud of it.
