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As the last pieces of yam were cooked on the hot stone, Jeff used a small stick to push one to the edge, allowing it to cool a bit before picking it up.
He gently blew on it, watching the steam rise, and then took a bite.
The moment the soft, and starchy sweetness hit his tongue, his expression soften in appreciation.
"Perfect," he murmured to himself.
The slow roasting greatly enhanced the yam's natural sweetness, and the slight char on its skin added a smoky depth to the flavor.
It was both filling and comforting if you want to ask. Seeing him already digging in, they also took some of it in the heat, stoned.
Ariana leaned forward, picking up a slice. She then took a small nibble, and her eyes showed that it tasted good.
"This yam tastes good," she said, taking a bigger bite.
"It's sweet but not too much. And it's soft on the inside but crispy on the outside." Ariana finished.