This isn't exactly what you asked for, but at my family's Thanksgivings there were always "candied yams": baked halved sweet potatoes drowning in a sugary syrup and/or topped with marshmallows. Even with my serious sweet tooth, I found the dish horrific, and since it was my only exposure to sweet potatoes, I assumed they (and not the preparation) were the problem. Then, when I was in my twenties and living across the country, I was invited to a couple's quiet Thanksgiving dinner, where I was served a wrapped-in-foil-and-baked sweet potato. Nothing added, nothing fancy. Just the sweet potato's natural deliciousness. It was a revelation.
This isn't exactly what you asked for, but at my family's Thanksgivings there were always "candied yams": baked halved sweet potatoes drowning in a sugary syrup and/or topped with marshmallows. Even with my serious sweet tooth, I found the dish horrific, and since it was my only exposure to sweet potatoes, I assumed they (and not the preparation) were the problem. Then, when I was in my twenties and living across the country, I was invited to a couple's quiet Thanksgiving dinner, where I was served a wrapped-in-foil-and-baked sweet potato. Nothing added, nothing fancy. Just the sweet potato's natural deliciousness. It was a revelation.