the sourcerer: Soetpatat.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Soetpatat.

A few years ago, the tall man planted a sprouting sweet potato in our garden. It made a vine and after a year we dug up three or four tubers. One must have stayed behind, as a new year brought another vine and this time it flowered...

... betraying it's Morning Glory roots.

Yesterday's crop was somewhat of a revelation.

Missing from the picture is the largest one - which we cooked last night, wrapped in foil and nestled in the coals of our supper fire.

With melted butter, salt and pepper, it was fluffy and nutty and utterly yummy.

2 comments:

dinahmow said...: They also make tasty chips; June 26, 2016 at 11:18 PM
the sourcerer said...: Yes! My grandmother used to braise them with brown sugar and butter, a bit of citrus rind. Delicious decadent toffee lumpy sweet potato!; June 27, 2016 at 5:51 PM

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