Yes, please, I think I’ll have another!
Before stopping at this shop in Sugamo, I’d only encountered sweet potatoes in their ordinary form – roasted over a charcoal fire and sold from carts pushed by old uncles singing “Yaaaa-ki-mo! Yaaaa-ki-mo!” I have to admit, I don’t actually like yakimo much, but every winter I’m seduced into buying them because of the sheer “I’d never encounter one of THESE geezers roaming my neighborhood in San Francisco!” charm.
I didn’t expect to ever look at a chunk of yam and think it was an acceptable alternative to a slab of chocolate, but these nuggets of toothsome goodness drowning in a sort of honey sauce made me totally understand why Japanese people snarf them down all winter long.
Read a novel set in Tokyo