Roasted Sweet Potatoes

When I was young, our family lived in the deep mountains of southern Henan. In my deepest memory, the small village is very beautiful. The warm breeze, wild flowers and green apricots in spring, the dingdong rivers and willows fluttering in summer, and the mountains and fields in autumn are full of fruits, and the farmers who have spared time in winter bake sweet potatoes around the stove every day!

When I was young, I especially loved sweet potatoes. Every day in the village, I played crazy with the children in the fields, and went home to eat. Every time I smell boiled sweet potatoes before entering the house, I run wild a few steps towards the stove. Every time I want to eat a big pot of sweet potatoes like a small mountain, my grandma tells me: "My boy, this is cooked for pigs!" I was relatively dull when I was a child, and I didn't know what a pig could eat and what a human could eat. I was so anxious that my grandma would give me a piece of sweet potato to eat. Grandma just picked the sweet potato on the top of the pot that was not soaked in rancid water and gave me a piece.

When they were young, rural people fed sweet potatoes to pigs. After the autumn harvest, the sweet potatoes grown at home were stored in the cellar. A basket of sweet potatoes was swayed in the river water, washed and washed the mud, chopped into pieces with a chopper, and cooked with a bowl of oil and water. Feed the pigs.

Grandpa and grandma know that I love to eat sweet potatoes. After dinner every winter, grandpa will bury a big sweet potato in the charcoal fire and give it to me before going to bed. Grandparents are getting older and often forget things. Sometimes I don't think of my big sweet potatoes until I get up the next day. I go to the bottom of the pot and take a look. The sweet potatoes have already become a ball of black charcoal. So I still clamor to eat roasted sweet potatoes every night.