So, next time you see a basket of sweet potatoes, you can nod knowingly. You’re in on the secret. 50 pounds. Not 49. Not 51. Fifty. Like a perfect row of zeros. Unless they’re muddy or tiny, but that’s a conversation for another cup of coffee.
Now go make some sweet potato fries. You’ve earned them. And if anyone asks, tell them you know the weight of a bushel—because you’re that friend. The one with all the good answers and the casserole recipe with the secret marshmallow top.
