Sweet Potatoes
The other day at the grocery store I bought a few sweet potatoes. Yesterday evening, as I was working, my amazing partner began making dinner and cut into one of the sweet potatoes, expecting to see a deep orange color that she typically associates with sweet potatoes. However, the flesh of these particular sweet potatoes was white.
Granted, she was having a bit of a rough day up to this point and I think she really needed some food, but as an observer I have never seen such an aggressively adverse reaction to a white sweet potato. She cut off one slice of it, saw that the color was not the orange she expected, and walked away, ready to give up on that potato entirely. Substitutes like rice or pasta were considered. For some unknown reason, she absolutely hated that the inside of that potato was not orange.
I am not a potato expert. At this point, my confidence that I really had grabbed a sweet potato from the store was shaken and I didn't know exactly what it was, but it sure looked like a potato so I figured we may as well slice it, season it up, and roast it in the oven. Thirty minutes later we pulled them out and everything looked alright, so we took some timid bites and guess what? It was delicious. Turns out white sweet potatoes are a thing and they taste great.
The point of this is not to say that my partner is crazy, or "I told you so" about it being a sweet potato. I can think of many other times in my life where I had specific expectations, and when those expectations weren't met, or were met in a different way than I had imagined, feelings of annoyance and frustration have visited. So some advice to future me: just cook that weird potato-looking thing anyway and see how it turns out. For all you know, it could be great. Worst case it's just a normal potato.
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