The one and only sweet potato grew shoots. Tiny leaves unfurled on healthy red stalks, emerging from one end of the potato and then getting entwined in each other’s arms, offering support and companionship of live. Spring. Obvious even in the dark forgotten corner of my pantry. Such is the inevitable force of nature. Unstoppable, inspiring and ever moving.
I never knew I had challenged that sweet potato, by shoving it in a corner and forgetting all about it. I had no memory of it. I do not know how long it sat there. But it beat me by bearing life, making even that overloaded basket corner a pretty place.
- 1 sweet potato
- 1.5 – 2 tablespoon oil
- sea salt or Himalayan Pink salt , to taste
- chilli powder to taste
- fresh springs of rosemary, chopped (about 3/4 tablespoon or to taste)