And I mean runny like soup. And served with a ladle.
Smh
I am so sorry. I just can't even.
This reminds me of the time my great-grandma came to Thanksgiving dinner. My aunt brought some dry ass turkey acting like we were gonna eat it. My great-granny comes in and says "WHO THE HELL BROUGHT THIS DRY ASS BIRD." LOL. I have never laughed so hard.
My husband is from Alabama. On Sunday, we had a family birthday party. I was told ahead of time the dessert was pie and not cake (which, by the way, who does that?!?! I'm outraged still.) He was like "Maybe it's sweet potato pie!" He said it about 3 times before I had to break it to him that it wouldn't be sweet potato pie. We don't do those often up here.
He remained hopeful I was wrong until he was offered his choice of apple or cherry.
Dude, I would be hella pissed off if I spied some whipped sweet potatoes on a Holiday dinner table and it turned out to be some mess with sage butter and whipped topping.
I swear, white people be doing too much. TOO MUCH I SAY!
You want to serve that for a random dinner, go ahead all day. But for Thanksgiving, you better put some decent shit in that.
Now my MIL puts apples in her sweet potatoes, some butter, a bit of cinnamon and brown sugar. It's not overly sweet but it's tasty as hell and hits the sweet potato spot. It's not quite what one expects but it's a familiar flavor.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
Now my MIL puts apples in her sweet potatoes, some butter, a bit of cinnamon and brown sugar. It's not overly sweet but it's tasty as hell and hits the sweet potato spot. It's not quite what one expects but it's a familiar flavor.
My mom makes sweet potatoes like this, too, and I love them! I swear I only made the savory kind the first time because I got sweet potatoes and a crapton of yukon golds from the CSA and I needed to use them up.
It's too sweet to be a vegetable. My mouth gets confused.
EVERYTHANG AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE BROCCOLI AND SWISS CHARD OR SOME ISH.
Stop hatin'. That's alright tho. Imma make sweet potato pie for ERRRRBODY but you. In here talking this foolishness.
ETA
See that right there? NONE for you. NONE.
This just does nothing for me. Pumpkin pie = YES all day long. I do like to pick the candied pecans off the sweet potato casserole. I just don't want the casserole part in my mouth. I don't know. Must be my Yankee parents.
And I mean runny like soup. And served with a ladle.
Smh
I am so sorry. I just can't even.
This reminds me of the time my great-grandma came to Thanksgiving dinner. My aunt brought some dry ass turkey acting like we were gonna eat it. My great-granny comes in and says "WHO THE HELL BROUGHT THIS DRY ASS BIRD." LOL. I have never laughed so hard.
This reminds me of the time, we were eating TG, and my nephew wanted some more to eat. MILs significant other, rather loudly said, don't get him any of that turkey, he might choke it's so dry.
I could not believe he did that. I had to inwardly laugh. I was true, but oh so rude.
As you can tell from my posts, TG at the ILs is definitely more about family. There is not one food that I'm excited to eat, except maybe homemade banana pudding.
People it isn't hard to bake a sweet potato, slit that sucker open & pile on the butter & a small amount if cinnamon. 3 f'ing ingredients. Stop jacking around with the veggies!
I use the recipe from the Thomas Cafe in Georgetown, SC. Somebody wrote it on the back of a paper placemat for me once years ago. I just need to make them now. Yuuuum.