Just when we had stopped looking, the garden provided us with a sweet surprise. These little maters will be delicious in a salad or on some tacos this week.
It’s good to take a stroll out about 6:50 am, the sky puts on an incredible color and light exhibition. I can’t really catch that with my digi-cam, it moves so fast – like a river of melted crayons.
The sun comes up quickly in the morning, moving across the sky and starting to sink by early afternoon. I feel the days getting shorter – it’s like a friend is getting ready to go on a long trip. By 6 o’clock I’ve lit my candles around the camp stove, my husband has lit the bbq, and we sit watching the flames. The dogs draw so close up to the stove I have to constantly pull one tail or another out of the ashes.
When it’s raining and we’re stuck in the apartment, I really miss that stove. I try to cook more, get the house warmed up and get food. Sometimes I make a good meal, other times I give in to whimsy.
My sister had a boyfriend named Roy who worked at a restaurant called Ricky’s Rib Cage. It was very popular, not just for Ricky’s ribs, but for Roy’s sweet potato pie. One night we had dinner at their house and Roy made the pie – I never forgot it. It wasn’t the standard sweet potato pie, which is really a pumpkin pie filled with sweet potato. No, it was different – more of a cake in a pie pan.
Roy was pretty tight with his recipes, being in the restaurant business, so my sister waited until he left the room to hiss the secret into my ear – “number 7 yellow cake mix and a can of 7-Up…” That was all she had time to tell me because Roy came back into the room. Boy did he look suspicious. I never told, and I never figured out how to make the pie either. I was afraid to ask Roy for help cause he’d know my sister gave him up.
They broke up over a dog – Roy’s rottweiler turned on him one day and let him know he was not allowed in my sister’s house anymore. A sad ending to a gourmet relationship, but I have to admit – my sister was getting way too fat living with that guy.
30 years later, I was still thinking about that damned pie, but until recently, I just didn’t have the confidence to try it. This Thanksgiving something came over me and I picked up an average size sweet potato, a box of yellow cake mix (they don’t number them anymore) and a bottle of 7-Up –
my husband convinced me that can or bottle wouldn’t matter, even though my sister insisted that it did. Some people are real superstitious about cooking.
So, I just guessed – prepare the cake as instructed on the box, then add the pureed sweet potato and 7-Up. See what happens. Holidays are good for experiments, there’s always the store if you screw up.
Ever cook a sweet potato? Takes for-ev-er. I thought steaming would be quicker, so I cut it into pieces and put it in the pot. It took almost an hour, and I kept having to add water to the steam pan, but I got it.
And then dump it into a bowl of yellow cake batter. I’m sorry – probably a great way to hand diabetes down through the family! Be sure to add that bottle of 7-Up nice and easy – it’s like NITRO!
I couldn’t get pictures, too much action, only so many hands.
Something that didn’t occur to me is a batch of yellow cake mix is a two-layer cake, or 24 cupcakes, and that translated into two sweet potato pies. Luckily it was very good, and my husband and I sat down immediately to eat a quarter of a pie each. We work hard, we get hungry. A friend who stopped by polished off another quarter and took a slice for his bgf. I told him he should just staple it to her ass, cause that’s where it was going to end up. He said he liked a little sweet potato pie on his woman’s bones!
Who cares, I’m old, if I want to eat stuff like this, I will do it. But yeah, not every day, that’s for sure. Don’t forget the whip cream.
Thanks Roy-Boy, wherever you are.