Let this constitute The Plan. And let us stick to The Plan as much as it makes sense to do so.
It's time to dare to do something with this lasagna. Soooo, here it is "before."
I've marked out the spots where I'm going to plant little potato culls. Dad said to just make sure there's at least one eye or, preferably, sprout on each piece.
So I cut through the burlap with my VERY dull little sheers.
And stick a little sprouted potato piece in.
With a little help from Ken, I get four rows of four in there, all just from a few leftover potatoes going "bad" on my counter.
Then we cover with straw, and cross our fingers.