A friend gave us a bag of sweet potatoes from his family farm.
"So much!" I said. "Must give some away."
"No. Just cook them in different ways," hubby said.
Yeah right. Steam, boil, roast, fried, I'll let you guys eat sweet potatoes until they come out of your ears and nose. Let's see now, sweet potato porridge for dinner, sweet potato soup for supper, roast potato for breakfast, fried potato for tea, sweet potato kuih for dessert...
By the time he's had it twice in a night, I think he's beginning to have second thoughts.
"Do we still have a lot left?" he asked.
The kids were relieved that I've given some to my mum.
"Give some to Ah Ma, too" No. 2 suggested, referring to hubby's mum.
I think I'll cook sweet potato porridge again. It's easy. Just dump in the peeled and cut pieces with the rice and let boil till soft. No. 3 hates it. And that's good. It'll prevent him from eating too much so he could lose that "four months pregnant" tummy.
All I have to do is to open up a can of pickled lettuce, boil some salted eggs, fry up a vegetable and voila! Dinner's served.