She sat up in bed on a Sunday afternoon, having come to the realization that she was probably not the person she thought she was. She’d just had a phone conversation with one of her friends from Australia. He’d told her that everyone back home still thought she was crazy. She thought that was crazy, because he surely couldn’t have consulted every single person she knew.
This particular Sunday she was feeling melancholy. Because everyone thought she was crazy, and because the next day was Monday. And because the night before her aunt and uncle had told her at dinner that life was really about who you spend it with, not what you do with it. And also because she felt like her usually overactive creative streak had died. It was like there was something lodged up-stream, preventing even a tiny trickle of water to flow down to her. She felt crazy and alone and unsuccessful and unprepared for Monday.
She put some sweet potatoes in the oven to bake, planning to stuff them with kale and goat’s cheese for dinner. She trimmed her nails and piled up her dirty washing. But before even mustering the strength to take it to the laundromat, she found herself back on her bed, just as frustrated as before. Still having achieved nothing. It was then that she figured she probably was crazy. And if she was wrong about that, it made sense she was wrong about a lot of things.
She constantly thought she was chubby and very average looking, when all of her friends told her she was pretty. She always felt she had no idea what she wanted from life, when her parents would tell her how proud they were of the woman she was becoming. She knew she didn’t overly care for cleanliness. But a boy she was kissing chanced upon her room when it happened to be neat and assumed that she was very clean, and then made a comment and she started to wonder if maybe she was a clean person after all.
Perhaps, she figured, she was not what she thought she was. But neither was she what everyone else thought she was. So what choice did she have but to just keep going?
- 2 small sweet potatoes
- 2 large handfuls kale (finely chopped)
- 1/2 cup goats cheese (crumbled)
- 1 tablespoon smoked paprika
- Salt & pepper
- Olive oil
- 1 avocado
- 1/4 cup roasted hazelnuts (crushed)
- 1/3 cup lemon juice
- 2 tablespoons Sriracha
- 2 tablespoons basil pesto
- 1 garlic clove
- Coat the sweet potatoes in olive oil, salt and pepper and bake in a 400 degree oven for about 40 minutes - one hour.
- In the meantime, place avocado, pesto, Sriracha, lemon juice, salt and pepper and garlic in a food processor and pulse until smooth.
- Once the potatoes have roasted (they should be mushy inside), allow them to cool before slicing them in half.
- Remove the flesh from the skin and place in a large bowl with the chopped kale. Add the goats cheese, paprika, salt and pepper before mashing roughly with a fork.
- Scoop the mixture back into the skins and top with more goats cheese.
- Bake for another 15 minutes.
- Serve the sweet potatoes topped with the avocado dressing and roasted hazelnuts.