the marshmallows of Thanksgiving

I reach for my collection of favorite recipes, already dreaming of fall and feasting. I envision the shopping, a grocery cart overflowing with pears, apples, bulbs of garlic, bunches of herbs. My daughter looks for one thing – marshmallows.

I’ve hosted Thanksgiving Dinner for many years, enough to have some culinary traditions like roasted garlic mashed potatoes (full butter, full crème), a brined and roasted turkey and pear crisp for the finale. But for my daughter the dinner is all about one thing, one recipe – Smashed Sweet Potatoes.

I used to make a lovely pureed sweet potatoes dish fragrant with brandy, rich with crème and topped with caramelized apples. For years it was part of the holiday pantheon. And Emma liked it, but she never asked for seconds. My dad ate copious amounts, but still recalled like clockwork ‘those sweet potatoes mom made with the marshmallows on top.’

So one year I caved in and made a new variation on the theme of sweet potatoes… 

To find out what happened next… click over here, where I am offering a guest post for friend, Michele Henter!  Michele and I are SheLoves friends and had the pleasure of meeting face to face in Vancouver earlier this year.

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