Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. -Mark Twain
The last few days have been evil because I am waking up around 6:30 a.m. and not being able to fall back asleep. Which means I spend the rest of the day in mildly caffeinated stupor of "hmmm ... Did you say something?"
I decided last night that I wanted to make sweet potatoes. This has ended badly on several occasions. I do not believe this to be one of them. Although the seasonings were a little off.
I dumped in way to much cinnamon (the bottle is not conducive to shaking out small amounts), and then only a little bit of cumin, turmeric, and curry powder. Then I cut up a garlic clove and dumped that in with some salt.
Once again I put in to much water and got water logged sweet potatoes. Still the weirdest thing ever. But they smelled amazing.
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