We had pota----pardon me, tater bens in one of our feed barns that we kept ours in, along with the onions.
I don’t know if we did it right and I never had a bad meal at home I just ate and ate and ate.
Life was good,
It was my job to go get the taters for supper and toss out the bad ones while feeding my baby Brahman bull I had at the time his name was George, he turned into a big pet that I could ride.
Worth
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