Few things say “heaven” more than a loaded sweet potato. What’s not to like? The sweet potato is subtly sweet and is the perfect blank canvas for whatever you want to put on top. In this case, I added some crispy roasted chickpeas with paprika, brown rice, chopped almonds and chives.
The original recipe calls for baking the sweet potato for 25 to 30 minutes. But I had a massive sweet potato that was the size of my face, so it took around an hour to cook. I could have left it in even longer, but I got too impatient and hungry after the 60 minute mark.
Feel free to get creative with toppings. A scoop of Greek yogurt or labneh with olive oil and paprika would be delicious.
Loaded Sweet Potato with Roasted Chickpeas (from The First Mess)
Ingredients
1 sweet potato
cooked chickpeas
oil of your choice
smoked paprika
salt + pepper
1/3-1/2 cup cooked brown rice
6-7 almonds, chopped
3-4 blades of chives, ripped up
Directions
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F.
Pierce the sweet potato a couple times with a fork, wrap it extra good in foil and place on a baking sheet. Bake for 25-30 minutes, or until tender.
Meanwhile, toss the chickpeas in enough oil to coat, salt and pepper to taste and a little smoked paprika. Spread them out on a parchment lined baking sheet and roast in the 400 degree oven for 15 minutes, or until crispy and golden. Set aside to cool.
To serve: Split open the sweet potato and season the flesh with salt + pepper. Place the cooked rice, some of the chickpeas and chopped almonds on top/inside. Garnish with the chives and an extra sprinkle of smoked paprika.

During the winter, I pretty much always have hot chocolate coursing through my veins. I guess there are worse addictions.
For some reason, I feel like introducing these pancakes to you in a British accent. Thankfully for you, and probably myself, you can’t hear my terrible British accent and can read about them in whatever accent you want.
We’re having unseasonably cold weather in D.C. and I’m not a fan. I feel a little bad complaining, given that I used to live in Chicago (the city of wind, sleeping bag parkas and heat lamps) and because I have a sister freezing in sub-zero temperatures in Wisconsin.
My friend Carly recently taught me the phrase “mutual sidekicks.” You’re not Robin to someone’s Batman, or Sancho Panza to someone’s Don Quixote. You complement each other perfectly, and you each bring your own strengths to the table.


