The other morning I ate a sweet potato for breakfast. And not just a sweet potato. But a sweet potato topped with oats, brown sugar, a bit of butter, and pecans. It was totally warming and comforting and the perfect Autumn breakfast. I patted myself on the back for the great idea.
I’m really into sweet potatoes. I have a difficult time understanding why people don’t like them. They can be savory or sweet. You can make them into a mash, or fries, or a pie. You can even make them into cookies or keep them whole and appreciate how perfect they are as is. What is not to like? I can’t relate on this one.