There have been times when someone happens to see me eating something simple like a sweet potato, and they look at me as if I’m some type of ascetic monk. “Good for you,” they might say, “but I could never eat that way.” They think I’m living a life of deprivation. Far from it. They don’t understand that a sweet potato really tastes good to me (and with a little sprinkle of cinnamon, it tastes even better!).
