Sweet Potatoe Fries - Or One Crazy After School Night

Why did I have the sudden inclination to cook sweet potato fries - ON A SCHOOL NIGHT? It started when I bought a ten pound bag of organic sweet potatoes from Costco. Then last weekend, there was just not enough time to do anything with them.

Then I began to obsess about them.

It is not like they will go bad that fast. But what if I did not start cooking them and we wasted food. I need to cut down our food budget - not throw it into the trash can.

So I collected recipes for sweet potatoes on my lunch break.

Sweet potato chips
Sweet potato flour
Sweet potato fries

Then for some reason I got it into my head that I was going to make sweet potato fries to go with our sausage that night.

Yes, it was a brilliant dinner combination.

Except that in my household I do not have the time to actually COOK at night.

Sure everyone says that. Yet does everyone have to manage times for rages, micromanage all three children, and pick up after the kids have decided to throw the clean laundry around the house during a fit (a mild one at that).

It did not help that I came home to a butterfly in my house. That, my friends, is whole different post. Despite delighting L, having a butterfly in our house ended up setting her off into a panic attack - go figure. The poor butterfly - who could not fly yet - had to go. Which meant a walk to the park. . . in the rain.

By the time I actually went back to cutting up the sweet potatoes it was now six thirty at night. I caved and put on the TV - I hate TV, there is always a price to pay latter with my children's behavior.

Cutting up sweet potatoes with a dull stake knife is hard. We do not have any fancy cooking knifes. For many years we did not even have knifes that were not made out of plastic - cheep flimsy plastic. I am going to have to cave at some point, buy real knifes, and a lock box to put them in.

The end result is I think I cut the sweet potatoes a bit too big, they took ten extra minutes to cook, and could have really used an extra five more.

They were delicious - even L ate them - and that is after I had given up on the idea of forcing her to eat anything since she was on the verge of yet another panic attack.

After I made the mistake of recruiting J to help me make lunches - letting the girls finish the movie. J got caught getting lunch at school - yet another post - and owes me some good karma points.

It also means he is once again detoxing off junk. This lead to two and a half hours of him screaming, pounding the walls, and throwing the clean clothes and furniture.

I love my kids - but this is one night I wish I could have just walked away from.

At least I had some yummy sweet potato fries.