These biscuits represent a lot of nostalgia for me – I ate three of them once they came out of the oven today.

This recipe originated from my Aunt P who makes it for Thanksgiving.  Every year growing up my family would always spend the holidays at my aunt and uncle’s who lived just a few miles from us.  Our family was pretty big on tradition, I guess.  We always spent the holidays at our aunt and uncle’s, during holiday dinners we always had a kids table and an adult table, and we ALWAYS ate those DELICIOUS sweet potato biscuits at thanksgiving – our Aunt P never failed to entertain us with her baking delights.

During the lengthy 5 minute car rides to their house, my sister and I would gleefully look at each other and talk about how we couldn’t WAIT to eat up all of the sweet potato biscuits.

Of course we were there for more than just the biscuits….we had four cousins to play with.  Three of them were boys.  After dinner we would promptly race downstairs to play.  One time I suggested to my cousin Robert that we eat dessert BEFORE we go play.  He said something like “Oh, let’s let our stomachs digest dinner first”.    Digest?  What the heck did that mean?  As far as I was concerned, on Thanksgiving, you were supposed to just eat and eat and eat.  That’s still my motto.  On a daily basis.  But, Robert was older, so we HAD to do things his way (and remember, you don’t want to MESS with the family tradition!)….and that was the day I learned what “digest” meant.  To help our stomachs digest, we ran around in the basement until we were sweaty and sick to our stomachs.  It was then we would head upstairs to eat dessert.  Yes, the logic of the Douglas cousins.

Two years ago was the first time (I can remember) we didn’t have Thanksgiving at my Aunt and Uncle’s house.  Being the smart thinker I was though, I called my Aunt for the sweet potato biscuit recipe because I KNEW that if we had the sweet potato biscuits, then everything would feel the same.  Well, it wasn’t exactly the same, but with each bite of the biscuits, I would replay in my mind the Thanksgivings from my childhood and with each bite I knew that everything was going to be okay.