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Rosemary Parmesan Sweet Potato — Angela’s Bourbon-Glazed Casserole That Earned the Nod

Fourth week of June and Father's Day again — the fourth in this blog, the day that belongs to dads, the day I receive phone calls from my children and think about my father and cook something that makes the house smell like gratitude. This year all three called within an hour of each other, as if they'd coordinated — which they hadn't, because Johnson children are many things but coordinated is not one of them. Walter Jr. first, steady as always. Marcus second, newly married and sounding like a man who has discovered that marriage makes Father's Day more meaningful because now he's building toward his own fatherhood. Charlie third, and she said, "Happy Father's Day, Big Daddy," and the name landed the way it always does: like a gift wrapped in grief, Denise's nickname carried forward by the sister who keeps her alive.

I smoked ribs for the family gathering — spare ribs, dry-rubbed, the Memphis standard. Angela came with Marcus, bringing a dish for the first time as a married Johnson woman: her sweet potato casserole, upgraded with a bourbon glaze that she'd been experimenting with, and I tasted it and nodded and said, "Angela, that's an improvement." She beamed. Rosetta said, "Don't let him fool you — that's the highest compliment he gives." It is. A nod from Big E is a standing ovation from anyone else.

After dinner, I called Mama. She was having a clear evening — sharp, funny, present. She said, "Happy Father's Day, Earl. You were a big baby." I said, "Mama, you say that every time." She said, "Because it's still true." I laughed. She laughed. And for thirty seconds on a June evening, time was meaningless and I was five years old and she was thirty and the world was the size of a shotgun house kitchen and everything in it was good.

The ribs were the main event, but Angela’s sweet potato casserole was the conversation piece. She’d been tinkering with that bourbon glaze for weeks before Father’s Day, and when she set it on the table alongside my spare ribs, I understood she wasn’t just bringing a dish — she was bringing herself into this family’s kitchen tradition. A nod was all I gave her, but Rosetta was right: from Big E, that’s everything. Here’s the casserole, as close as Angela would let me write it down.

Angela’s Bourbon-Glazed Sweet Potato Casserole

Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cook Time: 55 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 15 minutes | Servings: 8

Ingredients

  • 3 pounds sweet potatoes, peeled and cut into 1-inch cubes
  • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
  • 1/3 cup brown sugar, packed
  • 3 tablespoons bourbon
  • 1/4 cup heavy cream
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 2 large eggs, beaten

For the Bourbon Glaze Topping:

  • 1/3 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/3 cup brown sugar, packed
  • 1 cup chopped pecans
  • 3 tablespoons unsalted butter, cold and cubed
  • 2 tablespoons bourbon
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt

Instructions

  1. Boil the sweet potatoes. Place cubed sweet potatoes in a large pot, cover with cold water, and bring to a boil. Cook until fork-tender, about 15 minutes. Drain well.
  2. Preheat oven. Set oven to 375°F. Butter a 9x13-inch baking dish.
  3. Mash the filling. In a large bowl, mash the sweet potatoes with melted butter, 1/3 cup brown sugar, 3 tablespoons bourbon, heavy cream, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, and salt until smooth. Let cool slightly, then stir in the beaten eggs. Spread evenly into the prepared baking dish.
  4. Make the bourbon-pecan topping. In a medium bowl, combine flour, 1/3 cup brown sugar, pecans, and salt. Cut in the cold butter with your fingers until the mixture is crumbly. Drizzle in 2 tablespoons bourbon and toss until just combined. Scatter evenly over the sweet potato filling.
  5. Bake. Place in the oven and bake for 35 to 40 minutes, until the topping is golden and the edges are bubbling.
  6. Rest and serve. Let the casserole cool for 10 minutes before serving. The bourbon mellows into something warm and sweet — you’ll taste it in the finish, not the fire.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 385 | Protein: 5g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 52g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 230mg

Earl Johnson
About the cook who shared this
Earl Johnson
Week 106 of Earl’s 30-year story · Memphis, Tennessee
Earl "Big E" Johnson is a sixty-seven-year-old retired postal carrier, a forty-two-year husband, and a Memphis BBQ legend who learned to smoke pork shoulder at his Uncle Clyde's stand when he was eleven years old. He lost his daughter Denise to sickle cell disease at twenty-three, and he honors her every year by smoking her favorite meal on her birthday and setting a plate at the table. His dry rub uses sixteen spices he keeps in a mayonnaise jar. He will not share the recipe. Not even with Rosetta.

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