My mom used to make sweet potatoes every little once in awhile. Always smooshed out like pie filling in a pan, always topped with marshmallows which were melted on the bottom and a little brown (and maybe just a touch of burnt black) on top. Mmm mmm good.
Much as I enjoyed them, though, I never made an effort to make them for myself. Mostly because I rarely cooked anything that didn't come out of a frozen box or a can back in the day. But last February, when I decided that I should stop being so fuckin' fat, I started looking hard at some food facts. Potatoes, for instance. I had started making baked potatoes, thinking that that was a healthy choice and because I have always loved potatoes. But when I looked at their food facts, I was seriously disappointed. For one thing, I was trying to ingest lots of vegetable matter and was looking to double the suggested amount of fiber in my diet . . . and I found out that potatoes weren't vegetables (damn, first Pluto, now this!) and that their calorie to fiber ratio wasn't nearly what I was hoping for. So I read some stuff that suggested that I take a look at sweet potatoes as an alternative. More fiber than potatoes. And they were vegetables. Other good things as well.
Long short: sweet potatoes took on a recurring role in my dinner theater.
And just a minute ago I ate a sweet potato that put every other sweet potato I've ever eaten to shame.
No hyperbole. (I would do anything for blog, but I won't do that.) The only way it could have been better would be if I'd made two of them. So a big shout out to Brother C. and A Place on Earth Community Supported Agriculture Farm for bringing the good things to life.
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