What wonder does this bun hold? Can something so simple transport you back decades ago? To the comforting memory of someone you loved? Yes and yes, and the person was my Lola Nene. And we’re talking about tortang kamote (stewed sweet potato)
Granted that it looks disgusting, this may be my most favorite of all sandwich spreads. How could cubed sweet potato cooked in anato juice and salt be delicious? I don’t know. All i know is that when we were kids, my lola cooked this every day to be sold to the woodcraft workers (my dad’s family’s business) who went to our place for merienda (snack). Usually she’d serve this, sometimes banana cue, with coffee or soda.
I got so excited when I saw this being sold this morning in a neighborhood store. I ate one right there and then, out in the sun, on the dusty provincial street, with a cold bottle of Coke in my hand, thinking of my lola.