Another reason to love Japan: the jagaimo man

In neighborhoods and cities all across Japan are men, and perhaps women, who drive small trucks around at dusk in winter, filled with freshly-baked sweet potatoes. In the evenings, piped from a loudspeaker atop the truck, comes their song - slow and wailing, not unlike a muezzin call to prayer. At the sound, we file downstairs to pick up a couple of hot potatoes, ready to eat! Add this to the amazing boulangerie across the street and the our need for an oven is almost obsolete. Now, if there were just a chocolate brownie man...