Chapter 11 Creamy Sweet, Roasted Sweet Potatoes

When I was a child, I passed a field of sweet potatoes on the way home. The green sweet potato leaves grew so lushly. The adults said that these leaves should be fed to pigs. We ate sweet potatoes buried in the ground.I don’t cook sweet potatoes at home, but I bought a bag of Zhushan sweet potatoes boiled with sugar in the vegetable market. It was sticky. Once, I took a bite and stuck to my front teeth that had already been shaken. The most anticipated thing is the roasted sweet potatoes after the cold weather. The sellers of the roasted sweet potatoes are all old people pushing carts, wearing a blue thick cotton coat that has been washed white, and shaking a section of rattling bamboo. Gather together, you can buy a fat sweet potato for one or two dollars.Many years later, I picked a fat sweet potato. The boss weighed it carefully and said, "Fifty yuan." ?If baked sweet potatoes could be bought and hoarded, I would have a lot more confidence in them than stocks and real estate.Every time my mother heard that I spent so much money to buy a baked sweet potato, it was not worth it for me. She said that she could buy a large bag of raw sweet potatoes for fifty yuan.

Most of the sweet potatoes at home are eaten with porridge, which started after the sentiment of "porridge and side dishes" became popular.My mother went to eat a bowl of "sweet potato porridge". After asking the price, she immediately said that her 50 yuan raw sweet potatoes can cook sweet potato porridge for a month, so every time she eats sweet potato porridge, she feels that it is an act of making money .The sweet potatoes are boiled until they are almost melted, and the white rice grains also boil out the sweet aroma of sweet potatoes. I like to pick out the glutinous sweet potatoes from the porridge and take a full bite. It will not lose your teeth and be satisfying.

Sweet Potato Soup is another delicious dish after the sweet potato has grown into a kernel.That year, I went to the mountain with my friends to soak in the hot springs. The fog on the mountain was thick and the chill was piercing. When I turned a corner, there was a lamp hanging beside the mountain road, with the words "sweet potato soup" written on it.We got out of the car and entered an empty shop in the drizzle. Sweet potato soup was cooking on the stove, and there was a sign next to the pot: "Fifteen yuan, please take it yourself." Each of us got a bowl of sweet potato with ginger After eating the soup, my cheeks flushed and my whole body warmed up.The boss never showed up, we paid the money and continued on our way.After soaking in the soup, the fog cleared on the way back, and I didn’t see the small shop all the way down the mountain, and I didn’t see it again later.My friends and I often mentioned this incident, laughing that we broke into Liaozhai and ate Pu Songling's sweet potatoes.

I got out of the car and crossed the road in the last cold air of the spring day.Streets at night, bustling crowds, as soon as the door of the convenience store opens, you can hear the shout of "Welcome", full of vitality.And I stopped next to the convenience store, at the door of a small dark shop, facing a whole row of sweet potatoes hanging like fish, I shouted: "Boss! I want to buy baked sweet potatoes." The proprietress came out from the dark, wearing a Cotton gloves, she asked: "How many do you want?" I chattered, no red ones, yellow ones, I want the ones that are very soft when baked, with honey oil flowing out.The proprietress smiled knowingly, and reached into the urn kiln with her gloved hand, a hot sweet potato rolled around on her palm, like a little yellow mouse that had just been caught.The proprietress said that some people like soft ones and others like hard ones, and everyone has their own preferences.I hold my baked sweet potato, smelling delicious.

While I was waiting to cross the road, suddenly, the tunnel of time cracked, and it was also on the street where people come and go. Holding the baked sweet potato, she walked towards him step by step. It was a strange city, a love affair in its infancy. We walked along the streets, often lost our way, and stopped to rest.I saw a bicycle selling baked sweet potatoes, and happily ran to buy it, and shared the food with him.I am so focused on the sweet potato in my hand, and he is so focused on me eating the sweet potato. Focus is definitely the most fascinating part of love. How did he lose focus afterward?And how did I never lose my focus on sweet potatoes?I am obsessed with that sweet, pulpy taste, which is the most difficult taste to maintain in love.