I’ve never been a fan of marshmallows. I can manage to eat one campfire s’mores and that’s for the chocolate. In some parts of the USA, sweet potato casserole with the mini-marshmallows is almost as important a part of the Thanksgiving feast as the turkey. But the idea of adding marshmallows to a vegetable dish doesn’t tempt my taste buds.
Several years ago I came upon a different breed of sweet potato casserole, one without marshmallows, or orange and cinnamon, another popular variant. Never one to leave a recipe alone, I tweaked it a few times, added this and subtracted that as the mood struck, and arrived at what I’m sharing with you today. Now a much-requested vegetable dish at holiday gatherings, the recipe has been passed along to friends and family all over the world.
P.S. Any leftovers are delicious reheated though the crumble topping gets a little soft.
Maple Sweet Potato Casserole
3 cups mashed cooked sweet potato (about 2 ¼ pounds), cooled slightly
2 tablespoons packed brown sugar
2 tablespoons pure maple syrup
1/3 cup milk
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
½ teaspoon salt
1 egg, beaten
1/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar
¼ cup flour
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, chilled
1/3 cup chopped pecans, optional but highly recommended
2 tablespoons pure maple syrup
Preheat oven to 350F.
Combine first 7 ingredients in a large bowl and stir well. Spoon mixture into an 8-inch square-baking dish coated with cooking spray (or lightly buttered or oiled) and smooth the top.
Combine 1/4 cup brown sugar and flour in a small bowl, and cut in 2 tablespoons chilled butter with a pastry blender or two knives until the mixture resembles coarse meal. Stir in the chopped pecans if using, and sprinkle over sweet potato mixture. Drizzle maple syrup over top.
Bake uncovered for 30 minutes.
Yield: 8 servings (serving size: ½ cup)
Note: My preferred way to cook sweet potato is to wash and prick the skin and cook, whole, in the microwave like you’d do with a baking potato. Cool slightly, cut in half, and scoop out the flesh.
I hope you enjoy this recipe that is now a tradition in our family. Do you have a different version of the venerated sweet potato casserole?
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Love & Mayhem
Sybil is happily on the shelf, tending to her sheep. But she fears she’ll depart this life without experiencing physical love, which she suspects is rather enjoyable. When her long-lost fiancé returns from sea, she decides he’s the lucky man who’ll receive her virginity.
Max is eager to return to his sugar plantation and has no intention of remaining long in London. However, he didn’t bargain on a wilful, pretty, exasperating spinster determined to take him to her bed.
He insists on marriage but she wants only his body. Her heart is not part of the deal. Unfortunately, love doesn’t always follow the rules.
“I see all sorts of advantages to the married state.” He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing each knuckle in turn before kissing her palm. Then he flicked his tongue over the inside of her wrist. She bit back a moan. Who knew the wrist was such a sensitive spot?
She forced her mind back to the task at hand. Which, when you came to think of it, served the other task as well. Namely, getting him to flick his tongue on other sensitive parts of her body. She took a deep breath. “Some enjoy those advantages without the bother of a marriage ceremony.”
Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. As soon as she discovered her grandmother's stash of romance novels, all plots had to lead to a happily-ever-after.
Luanna writes full time, concentrating on sexy romantic suspense, steamy paranormal romance, and spicy historical romance.
Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna has recently returned to the land of her birth with her dear husband and two spoiled cats. When she's not torturing her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious.
Under her previous pen name of Grace Hood she has two novellas published with The Wild Rose Press.
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Growing up the only kid in my class who had divorced parents was hard. To be totally honest, it sucked wind in more ways that I can ever express adequately. Kids are cruel, there’s no denying that, but adults are equally, if not more so, at times.
Because I was considered different since my last name wasn’t the same as my remarried mother’s, I tended to be that loner kid who sat in the back of the class, kept her head down, did really well with schoolwork and loved to read. I was so thankful at the time that I could go to the school library, or my public one, anytime I
wanted and no one would bother or harass me if I just wanted to wile away my hours reading.
And wile away I did.
You know how every now and then there are published studies that say you sleep
this much in your lifetime, or you spend this many hours per day driving to work?
Well, if they ever do a study about how many hours the average person reads in
their lifetime, I will be sosososososo above the norm it will be hysterically funny.
As a kid I was thankful for the escape from a lousy life that books gave me. As an
adult, even though my life is no longer challenging, I’m still thankful for the ability to
dive freely into a good book. And I’m thankful that I live in a country where I can
read across the spectrum of any book I want. There are countries and societies
where certain types of books are routinely banned and burned. Individual ideas are
discouraged and certain words are rejected as being seditious and subversive.
I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to live in a place where I couldn’t
read what I wanted to read.
So when I’m asked what I’m truly thankful for, it’s that I – by the grace of God or
good fortune – live in a country where I am free to read what I want to read. To have
the freedom to choose the words and ideas I want to explore. To have the liberty to
walk into any bookstore or library and request the book I want to have.
And with that freedom to read anything I want, I am also thankful I have the right
and desire to write anything I want without the fear of censure, imprisonment, or
This Thanksgiving, after the turkey has been carved and eaten, the football games
are all being watched, and the kids are writing their letters to Santa, I will be curled
up in corner, a fleece throw blanket covering my legs, happily reading a book from
And I just may stay in that chair for the entire weekend, just reading.
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Sovereign Shield to the youngest of the three Ruler brothers, Grim fights to regain the humanity he lost to the Legions.
The code of the Shields is his only salvation. A code the three brothers battle to destroy.
Feisty waitress Sensual, recently Claimed and sentenced to the designation of Service, refuses to devalue her life and accept her new fate.
Trapped in their Ruler’s war against his brothers and the ticking clock of the Ceremony, Grim lowers his safeguards to gain Sensual’s trust.
She wrapped her fingers in the back of his shirt. “Let yourself want something, just for you.”
“An end. That’s what I want.”
“No, something that could bring you peace.”
“The only way I know to find peace is to die.”