I did not wake up this morning planning on making spudnuts, but the mashed potatoes in the refrigerator stared me in the face one too many times, and my oldest son reminisced last night about the ones I made when he was a boy, so my body went on autopilot and made them while the rest of me was busy thinking of what I wanted to write.
DO YOU LIKE SPUDNUTS? (Potato donuts.)
WARPED HUMOR, GENERAL MAYHEM, AND A SIX-FOOT-TALL VIEW OF LIFE FROM AUTHOR SHIRLEY BAHLMANN
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