Sweet Potato Casserole
Casserole ready for the first baking.
Now that fall is here I find my cooking has changed. I told you last week about digging the potatoes and how disappointed we were with the color. At a produce stand we found the pretty red potatoes and bought a box. I’ve baked and put in the freezer all I have room for and the rest are spread out on the cool floor of the basement. So now I can consecrate on making other potato dishes. Today it’s the sweet potato casserole — this came from John’s sister-in-law who was the best cook you ever saw, but she wouldn’t taste of most things she cooked. She was a picky eater to say the least. I would try to get her to taste of something — cheese straws, for instance — after all that was her recipe, but she said, “That wouldn’t feel good in my mouth.” End of conversation. If you have a sweet tooth (John does) and like brown sugar, this is the recipe for you.
Sweet Potato Casserole
3 cups cooked and mashed potatoes
1 cup sugar
2 eggs (I used a double-yoke egg)
1/3 cup milk
Spices of choice (I used both cinnamon and nutmeg — just sprinkled some in)
Mix and bake 25 minutes at 350 degrees. (I baked mine 30 minutes and would have liked it better if I had baked at 400 instead of 350. Even though my oven has been tested and gets the correct degree, it just doesn’t seem to bake like my old one did).
Topping
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup flour – plain
1/2 cup margarine
1 cup chopped pecans
Mix ingredients together and spread on top — return to the oven and bake 15 more minutes
Casserole after second baking — crusty and sweet
Ah yes!! Delicious. My mother made sweet potato pies and used lemon flavoring in the filling rather than spices.
Paula, As for me I don’t like the spices incorporated in the sweet potatoes. I prefer just butter and eggs which cause it to hold together and then add the Brown sugar and pecan topping. I love the crunch. My sweetie eats most everything but he will not have anything to do with sweet potato casserole. He will eat a baked sweet potato with butter though. I cannot quite understand his little pickyness but such is life.
Thanks for reading mom’s blog and hanging in there with us.
Donna