I live in the Susquehanna Valley which is Pennsylvania Dutch land. I grew up on Italian food made by my grandmother, aunts and mom. When I married a "Smith," I learned about pot pie, both baked and slippery and riddle soup. My son's godmother made him "real" French fries often which meant she used real potatoes, not frozen, and deep fried them. After school he'd visit her house up the street and have them as a snack. For quick meals we baked frozen white potato fries. Of course, fast food fries were always available, but usually watching my diet, I passed.
It wasn't until I took a trip to Flagstaff, Arizona, that I tasted sweet potato fries. We were staying at a B&B where breakfast and snacks were served. We found a menu there for Charly's Pub and Grill. After we ate dinner there once, we went back again and again, for lunches too. Maybe it was the allure of eating at a restaurant in the same building where Zane Grey once lived and wrote. But after one taste of Charly's sweet potato fries, I was hooked.
Since that trip, I've tasted sweet potato fries but they were never as good. Not until I found them again recently at a restaurant at our Amish Market. There, they served them with powdered sugar. Sigh. The Amish Market is local and much more accessible than Charly's in Flagstaff! Temptation for me is not only chocolate but...sweet potato fries.