Showing posts with label potatoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potatoes. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Why Bob Cooks

Bob is the main cook in our house, but I was willing to help with dinner. 
He asked me to boil potatoes, then squish them.
(Yes, he says, "squish." No mashing potatoes in this house!)
When I got done, the squished spuds looked nearly normal. A bit shiny, but, hey, they were real, live potatoes!
 But when they were put on a plate, they seemed a bit...sticky.
Where did that come from? They just had the traditional addition of milk/butter before I whipped them.
Uh-oh...whip? That wasn't in the instructions.
 Well, with a solid scoop of spuds, it might make sense that they'd hold together somewhat. Wouldn't it?
But when they're THIS stretchy....ahhh! It's more like eating glued potatoes!
So here's my advice...do not use an emulsion blender to squish potatoes.
Get Bob to do it!
Do you like potatoes?
What's your favorite way to eat them?

Monday, January 26, 2015

Friday, December 5, 2014

I Didn't Wake Up To Make Spudnuts...

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.)

Monday, March 25, 2013

Funny Food

Have you ever heard of a mountain of potatoes? (What's up with the sky-high potato pile? Wasn't there a bigger bowl in the back of the cupboard somewhere?)
How about an Easter Egg hunt? (The problem is, it wasn't Easter, and I was in no mood for hunting. I'd thought the chickens were duds, roosters in drag, until we found a stash of eggs in their secret hiding place. Of course the lovely nest boxes with straw weren't good enough.) Unsure of how old each egg was, we ended up feeding them to the dog. She approved of every single one.
Then there's the popcorn game. It's where you pick up a single kernel of popcorn and decide what it looks like before eating. Very entertaining, and low calorie, too, since it takes so long to eat a bowl of popcorn this way!
And we can't forget the happy hotcakes! (Except that the bear seems to be feeling more neutral. While gazing at this picture, I must ask myself, is it truly appetizing to chew on what appear to be bear's lips?)
Some of these foods may tempt you, some may turn off your appetite. The simple truth is that people like to eat different things, and people like to read different things. That's why we have different authors and styles of writing, so that the whole world can be happy.
What do you like to write? What do you like to read?

Monday, June 20, 2011

Is There Any Other Kind?

I saw a sign that read, "It all starts with farm grown potatoes." I couldn't believe my eyes, so I read the sign again. Really? Is there any other kind, say, apartment grown potatoes?
I don't think so.
Apparently none of those potatoes ended up at certain select restaurants, because I overheard some ladies talking about going out to eat. One woman said, "They have a Sizzler and a Golden Corral," to which the other woman replied, "They don't have food."
Hm. What is on their menus, then? Food shaped furniture for apartments, perhaps?
Then again, the food-less woman may have been related to the lady at my catered dinner table. When served her plate of food, the woman scowled and said, "I only eat cereal, yogurt, and peanut butter," and pushed her plate away. She looked normal. I think she would have been happier after eating her potato, but I'll never know.
I think I'll write a character with potato issues. Maybe that character could even be from Idaho and afraid to step outside his door for fear of potatoes. (Dun-dun-dun!)
What food oddities do you have?

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