Baked Sweet Potato Fries
Medically reviewed by Christiana George Updated Date: June 8, 2023

I started wearing close-toed shoes a couple weeks ago. If that’s not a sign that fall has arrived, I don’t know what is.
Unfortunately, I’ve been in something of a denial about the season up until now, mostly revolving around the (very very bitter) fact that I didn’t get my fill of summer produce (seeing that most of the season was spent eating Trader Joe’s-branded cereal). I wanted to be a glutton come summer, you know?
Eat way more tomatoes than my stomach could possibly bear, stuff myself with watermelon, incorporate corn and zucchini and eggplant into every single meal. That sort of thing. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do when nature presents you with all this amazing stuff ONCE a year. No, I don’t feel I reached my potential.
What turned me around in the end was these. Did I ever mention how much I love fall fashion? I’m pretty certain everyone loves fall fashion, but in my case, a beautiful pair of boots is enough to get me excited about the chilly days ahead.
I’m also deliciously contemplating a new coat, the excuse to whip out leather gloves, and woolly socks! Don’t get me started on how much I love my woolly socks. I also can’t wait to head upstate to see the fall foliage (which was beautiful last year), take brisk walks through Central Park (so quintessentially New York, no?), and sip on cups of hot apple cider while strolling through the farmer’s market.

I’m also finding myself drawn to using my oven once more. It’s funny how something as innocent as the temperature of the air can dictate one’s desires. I couldn’t have imagined anything more unpleasant than turning on the oven just a couple months back—like NO foods were worth it, not even cookies—and yet, here I am, craving oven-baked sweet potato fries.

My head is a jumble of half-thought-out recipes, but before we get to the aspirational ones, let’s focus, for once, on what I actually eat pretty regularly, or rather, started eating pretty regularly (well, until summer hit, ha) after Amy laid out the steps to the best baked sweet potato fries half a year ago.
There is so much discussion on the web about how to achieve that Platonian ideal of the faux-deep-fried sweet potato fry. I’m actually more opposed to the mess caused by deep-frying than anything else. It’s a proven fact that oil spatters rise (or else explain to me why the things I store above the cabinets are perennially covered in a layer of grime), and I try to make it easy for my better half (better because he does the cleanup, you see) so I’ll save deep-frying for things like, I dunno, donuts? Churros? They’re worth the grease-stained stovetop.
Anyway, I got a taste of this raging debate after Googling the topic. Let me tell you, it is clearly the heyday of the sweet potato fry. People have thought of everything! To the mushy fry, space them apart while baking, to the soggy fry, rinse and let them dry before tossing them with oil and seasonings, to the burned fry and the undercooked fry, cut all your fries the same size. And most importantly, coat them! Coat them with a thin layer of corn starch or cornmeal or semolina, which tricks your tastebuds into believing you’re actually eating something really crispy and, therefore, fried, even if you’re not. Honestly, I don’t have much more to add. Just follow Amy’s advice. Although I do love the cornmeal/semolina coating just as much as the corn starch because it creates this texturally pleasing layer that crunches inside your mouth.
Now that I feel I’ve finally made peace with fall, I’ve got some season-appropriate recipes to start planning!
P.S. Yogurt + honey + a pinch of cinnamon makes a damn good dip.


BAKED SWEET POTATO FRIES
Adapted from The Moveable Feasts
Serves 1, generously
Ingredients:
1 sweet potato, washed and scrubbed
2 Tbsp olive oil
1 Tbsp corn starch, semolina, or cornmeal
salt, pepper, and other spices (paprika, cayenne pepper, cinnamon, cumin, etc.) to flavor
Directions:
Preheat your oven to 400 degrees F.
Slice the sweet potato into sticks that are about the same in size (I aim for more than 1/4″ but less than 1/2″ square cross sections). Rinse them in a bowl of water and lay them out to dry. When dry, toss the fries in olive oil, corn starch/semolina/cornmeal, salt, and whatever other spices you’re using. Lay them out on a baking sheet in one layer (I don’t bother with parchment paper or anything), leaving a little space around each one. Bake about 30 minutes.
Simple dipping sauce: 1/4 cup Greek yogurt, 1 heaping tsp honey, a pinch of cinnamon
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Pear And Blue Cheese Tart

Oops, an unintentional hiatus. And now an entire week has passed with hardly a check-in.
Weeks like the last can feel strange once they’re over. It was busy. BUSY. So that all other activities fell by the wayside. I don’t think I touched the stove at all except to heat up some canned soup (again, clam chowder). I also didn’t get the chance to take any photos for myself. Not even yesterday, when we ventured out of the city to go hiking in Cold Spring, New York.
Let me tell you, the fall foliage is stunning! We hiked to the top of a hill, where we stopped for lunch and peered down into the valley. Total tableau moment. A mottled, vibrantly-colored blanket of trees that swooped down into the valley, the Hudson River, gleaming and wide and slow, train tracks leading to the small town of Cold Spring along the shores of the river. And gosh, the town was cute. Do all New England towns look like this? Are they all so picturesque? It’s utterly foreign, just like the sight of palm tree-lined roads might be foreign to some of you. But they really do exist in California, even in random, unglamorous suburbs.
I can see why people love this season most of all. It answers the question of how the unbearable heat could possibly give way to unbearable cold. It’s done in increments, step-by-step, although on some days you feel that winter is very imminent. And on others, like today, you make sure to go outside and enjoy the sun for as long as you can.
I’m glad I have a down-filled jacket in my closet.

I made this pear and blue cheese tart a couple weeks ago. Chris gobbled it up, although he removed every chunk of blue cheese in his mouth’s way. Without the blue cheese, the tart reminds me an awful lot of a bear claw. Which I find irresistible. I mean, pear-scented puff pastry covered with almonds? Am I right?
The blue cheese fancies up the tart. I’m not opposed to that at all. It becomes sweet and salty and, well, peculiar in the way that blue cheese makes everything a little peculiar. Delicious. And perfect for the fall.

PEAR AND BLUE CHEESE TART
Adapted from Leite’s Culinaria
Makes 1 square tart
Ingredients:
- 1 9-inch square frozen puff pastry, defrosted
- 1/2 pound blanched almonds
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1 to 2 pears, unpeeled, stemmed and thinly sliced (I used Asian pears)
- Honey for drizzling
- 2 to 4 ounces blue cheese
- 1 egg white, beaten with a small drizzle of water
Directions:
Preheat the oven to 400° Fahrenheit. Use a pairing knife to score a line around the perimeter of the rectangle about 1/2 inch from the edge to make a border. Use a fork to poke holes inside the border so that the dough will remain flat as it cooks while the border will puff to create a lip for the tart.
Combine the almonds, sugar, and 1/2 tablespoon of water in a food processor and grind to a paste. Spread the paste over just the portion of the puff pastry inside the border. Arrange the pear slices over the almond paste. Drizzle with the honey and crumble the blue cheese over the top. Lightly brush the border with the egg and bake until the pastry is puffed and golden brown, 25 to 30 minutes. Let cool slightly before cutting into squares.
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