I was not a fussy little monster; as a kid, I would eat spinach, carrots, peas, mushrooms, or most any vegetable you put in front of me.  However, there were a few exceptions such as brussel sprouts, sweet potatoes, and... and... and I can't think of anything else.  But there was probably one other.  Since I would eat almost anything, I was never made to eat anything.  What I mean is that when I said I didn't like sweet potatoes, they took my word for it and that was the end of that.

We had dinner out a few months ago and my entrée was served with sweet potato slices.  I snubbed my nose at them when I saw them sitting on my plate, occupying space where a good vegetable should've been, but I decided to try them anyway.  Huh.  I liked them.  Since then, I've made them in a couple meals and I still like them.  I've been trying to figure this out and the only reasonable explanation I can come up with is that I must've had candied yams.  Whatever the reason, I'm glad I was reintroduced to them because I like them.  And this meal below... the sweet potatoes put this over the top... YUMMY!

I've been using it for years, I've been blogging about it for at least a year, and it turns out I don't know how to spell her name.  Poor Jennie-O, I've been dropping the last "e".  I wonder if I'll remember past this recipe.  Probably not.

Talk about throwing a meal together.  I was in another one of my moods and I started jotting down ingredients.  When I thought I was finished, I began to write a few more and after that I threw in a few items during the process of cooking.  The result -- a tasty casserole to which I added a bit of crushed red pepper to my own dish because the wife doesn't care for it.