I have a thing for potatoes. I love them mashed, baked, fried, french fried, coated in mayo, covered in salt, plain, roasted, and in soups. Maybe it's because they are so versatile that I like them so much. They don't require too much work (that would be the lazy part coming out) and most people eat them somewhat favorably. They're healthy and robust - like me!
My love may stem from... when I was a child (why do pink floyd lyrics still pop into my head after all these years!) ...I grew a potato patch. I have no idea really how big it was, maybe 8 square feet? Anyways, there is a picture of me with long hair braided back, grinning a big grin standing waist high in a lovely patch of potatoes that I grew myself. Well, I'm sure now that I had help of course...lots of it, but in my child mind I grew it myself.
Fast forward to now. I have two young kids and need healthy food for them. Oh, and for my husband and I too, of course. Potatoes have come back into my life in the form of plastic bags. I tried to grow some in our garden in the back yard, but all the neighborhood cats have decided that our garden is their litter box. Yuck. So being paranoid about parasites and ingesting cat poo, we buy our potatoes. My favorite hands down way to make them is simply mashed. Or smashed potatoes as we tell our 3 year old. Boil em, mash em, coat em in a bit of butter and milk, and voila! smashed potatoes.
Hmmm. Plastic bags. Those who know and put up with me know I have a thing about plastic. Maybe next time I head to the store, I'll brown bag them instead. Or reuse something to cart them home in. I'm sure I can think of something.
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