. . .when through the kitchen window I saw this bird cage / chicken coop being transported. There is always, always, always something going on around here.
Being raised in the South, I've had my share of sweet potatoes. My Aunt Cheryl makes this sweet potato dish that we devour during holiday dinners that includes pecans and cherries and brown sugar and marshmallows and. . .just plain yum.
Several years ago Richard and I attended a cooking class in Umbria during our Thanksgiving break; though in Italy, the chef, Faye, was American, so some traditional American fare was part of the menu. We were specifically asked to bring some sweet potatoes (Faye couldn't get them so easily in Umbria), but the day ran long, the wine poured freely and the potatoes were forgotten about. At the very last moment Richard reminded her of them. She quickly washed and chopped them, tossed in olive oil, added salt and threw them in the oven.
Delicious.
During sweet potato season we eat them two or three times a week.
Please, please, please do not get the impression that I am the cook in this house. Richard reigns supreme. I do, however, know good food, and I do, occasionally, add a dish to the table.
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