So I turn to the casseroles and discover they contain brown sugar, white sugar, pecans and marshmallow topping. The horror, the horror!
My own mother baked sweet potato with butter and brown sugar, and it made my teeth ache. What seems self-evident to me- that the last thing sweet potato needs is more sweetness- is unrecognized by anyone but the long-ago Israeli father of one of my little friends. He sauteed onions and sweet potato slices in olive oil until soft, grated monterey jack cheese over them, and baked the casserole in the oven. In my version I added caraway seeds, just because I love caraway. This gives one a savoury sweet potato pie, and makes me wish we could still call the things yams as they did in my youth.