The Sweet Potato Experiment

I want a new drug
One that wont spill
One that dont cost too much
Or come in a pill

I want a new drug
One that wont go away
One that wont keep me up all night
One that wont make me sleep all day

Thank you, Mr. And the News.

America, I have found a new drug.

Short version

One sweet potato.

Microwave for 6 or 7 minutes.

Slice it open.

Black pepper, Mrs. Dash, garlic salt, and of course butter.

Under the broiler until the skin at the edges crisps a little.

If you’re feeling a little decadent, sprinkle with gorgonzola.

Drizzle with olive oil.

I could see some crumbled pistachios or walnuts on there, too.  Served on leaves of a dark lettuce, maybe?

Long version

I kind of hated Richard Wright’s “The Invisible Man”.  It’s an awful read.  Hard to get through.  But there’s a scene in there that must go on for pages about the main character eating a baked sweet potato.

You ever eat something and it’s so good you have to close your eyes, moan with pleasure and you feel that wave of pleasure in your brain.  Sometimes you get that if you’re extremely hungry and your body’s, like, “Fooood!”

But then there are some things that are so good because they’re just that darn good.  So good that you have to ask for silence so you can savor the moment.  Savor the flavor.

Ti Couz in the Mission in San Franciso, the white chocolate dessert crepe.

Five Guys bacon cheeseburger.  I don’t know how they do it but that stuff is like crack.

And of course now, a baked sweet potato.  And they’re really good for you, too.  Lots of … vitamin, uh, smack.

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