It’s creamy but not in the proverbial way. It’s orangey, rusty even, in color. Not rusty like a pipe but more akin to a pumpkin’s glow in its prime. It’s thick but not too thick. It’s a little buttery too. The best part: there’s a gooey crunchy layer at the top. This is wonderful – brown-sugar coated walnuts and cinnamon. This ethereal layer becomes displaced, like a bone, because someone’s fork or spoon has plunged into it before me. I can’t blame them. My brother is on his second round. I head back to the kitchen for more. I arrive back at the table, sit, and scoop up some sweet potato casserole into my mouth. It melts on my tongue, the smooth mixture of soft sweetness and touch of crunchiness delights all my taste buds. My heart smiles as does my stomach. I savor it. And give thanks.