It’s that time of year again when everyone remembers that sweet potatoes exist. They have, in fact, been eaten by humans for about 5,000 years, originating in what is now Ecuador. In North America, they’re sometimes called yams, though they are biologically distinct. Sweet potatoes are only distantly related to potatoes and are actually genetically closest to morning glories.
I grew up eating sweet potatoes year-round, usually baked, split open and buttered. We ate the peels as well as the soft orange insides. I love chewing on the papery skins of a baked sweet potato, although my husband and daughter won’t touch them. Lightweights.
Sweet potatoes most often appear as a side dish on the Thanksgiving table. The classic sweet potato casserole is pureed, sweetened within an inch of its life and adorned with marshmallows. I serve sweet potatoes on Thanksgiving, too, but I don’t mash them; instead, I slice, boil, glaze and bake them. At our house, we are not afraid of actual sweet potato shapes.
My complaint about sweet potato casserole is that it’s too sweet. It’s often treated like pumpkin, which is naturally rather flavorless and needs shoring up with sugar. Sweet potatoes already have a wonderful sweetness and flavor without any enhancements but there’s enough sugar in most sweet potato casseroles to out-calorie any chocolate cake. It’s time we just gave in and said, “Fine. I’ve been pretending all along that sweet potato casserole is a side dish, but I can’t live a lie anymore. It’s a dessert.”