when i thought i could get away with it, i would head to the bus stop early and hide in the snow behind the big pine trees waiting for the bus to pass, and then go home to announce that i’d missed the bus. can’t you just see the tears in grandma’s eyes as she reads her name in your handwriting? i doubled (actually 2.5x) the recipe so it’s around for several days and used two large sweet potatoes. i sat at the table and others were being called and they all came back with big dinners. 