So, I don’t cook. I missed the whole parental guidance thing, and really have utterly abysmal food-prep abilities.
Usually my longsuffering husband cooks for us both, but his idea of adventuresome dinner is putting baby spinach leaves on the grilled hamburgers.
I also have a lovely stepfather who has an enormous garden, and just gave us a sackfull of sweet potatoes.
So, I remembered that over Thanksgiving, one of my relatives made this delicious thing that was basically cubed butternut squash and rosemary and olive oil.
Sweet potatoes are a little bit like butternut squash, right? Yeah!
So. Cleaned and skinned and cubed the sweet potatoes (they’re actually reddish outside also, under all that dirt - who knew?) and goddamn that was a lot of work.
Then I boiled them in salty water with some clove sticky-things like you poke into a pig for christmas.
Then I browned some sage-flavored sausage.
Then I drained the tatoes, mixed them with the meat, and liberally sprinkled the mess with fresh rosemary, dumped it into a glass casserole, and soused it with olive oil… And then remembered that if one wishes to use the oven, one usually pre-heats it.
So I played on the internet while the oven heated up, stuck it in there for about 30 minutes on 350 degrees, and it came out pretty tasty, after we picked the rosemary sprigs out of our teeth.
I’m still a bit in shock that I made a thing and it actually tasted mostly like I wanted it to, and didn’t burn or curdle or explode or cause food poisoning.
I swear I’m actually an adult. I just don’t cook often.