I’ve been absent for a little while (work, sleep, The Chase – the usual) so what better way to celebrate my return with mashed potato. The World’s Best Ever Invention. Food. Invention. Whatever. I LOVE mashed potatoes.
I’m aware that when the delightful Miss Dee Dee Sharp sang for her love of the mashed potato also, she is all likelihood, referencing to the dance of the same name – but you know what – I don’t care. I like to pretend she’s talking about real, fluffy potatoes all mashed up with milk and butter and for a real treat cheese.
I honestly like to think that one day, I will swing and dance around my kitchen wearing a polka dot skirt and holding a bowl of mashed potatoes, arms outstretched, just as one may do with a small child or puppy. Love in my eyes and in my heart.
Rejoice the mashed potatoes!