Part of growing up is realizing that you are a grown-up. That is so hard to do.
Eating sweet potatoes are kind of a hint that you have entered adulthood. Allow me to elaborate.
In real life I’m 35. In my head I am not. In my mind I am maybe 25, but really I’m 23. Yes, I know, I have 2 kids, and a husband, plus a mortgage. I pay taxes, insurance, bar taps… Too much for a 23-year old, but I can do it.
All these I’m super-young-thoughts came to almost a screaming halt just a few days ago when a 50-year old woman referred to me as, The Lady. “The lady is here and we’re discussing your centerpieces…”. The lady?! I am now the lady??? Oh my Lawwwwd! I just wanted to put my hand over my heart and tell Elizabeth that I am coming!
How I wish she had said the girl. That’s what I want to hear!
I came home that evening and decided to cook my way out of the emotional roller coaster that I was experiencing. As I was chopping the sweet potatoes, I realized that at 23 the last thing I wanted to do was chop sweet potatoes, or even eat them – all I wanted to do was get-off work and party. Nowadays, sweet potatoes, brussels sprouts, chocolate butterscotch cookies, [and a bottle of vodka] are my party. :-D
Dang, sounds like I’m already having a mid-life crisis! Or I’m just realizing that I’m a grown-up. Hey, grown-ups get to eat brownies for dinner and ice cream for breakfast! Grown-ups can also eat Sweet Potato Hash with Onions and Feta straight from the baking dish and their Mama can’t tell them not to do it.
Let’s boil it down. I’m not 23, I eat ice cream for breakfast, I hate paying taxes, I add feta to everything, and I ate half of the Sweet Potato Hash before I shared it with the rest of them. You should do the same. Or serve it as a side dish with chicken, or even sausage. You can also share it with your Easter spread.