It was the 85th birthday of our eldest relative, my mom, last Saturday, so we drove for two days to get to the party. Carrying two legs of lamb and a bag of sweet potatoes, it was a big responsibility, although the bitter cold made us think twice--was it worth it?
Ah, yes! The delicious food made the event very special. We de-boned one of the legs of lamb, according to instructions on a web page, and cooked the other one whole. The platter was beautiful and the meat was tender and sweet. My sister had made a mint sauce using fresh mint, and that was a wonderful addition.
But, for me, the sweet potatoes stole the show. 2008 was a good sweet potato year when, if you left your car unlocked, people snuck sweet potatoes into it. Everyone in the neighborhood had them, and every variety. We left the huge ones at home, and only took the smaller, skinny ones to the party.
My sister and I chatted as we scrubbed them, cut off the really bad places, leaving the merely unsightly places, and put them in the oven to bake. No sauce, no mashing, just a homely platter of sweet potatoes--or, as Stuart suggested, maybe they were yams. Nobody could remember the difference.
Well, whatever you call them, they were amazing. It was a good sweet potato year!