It’s been a while since I’ve made mashed potatoes. Usually, I find myself more inclined to roast them, though, let’s face it, did I cook a potato this whole summer? Probably not.
So, I was reacquainting the 3YO with potatoes in mashed form so he might be inspired to eat them. I told him how I cook the potatoes first and then I SMASH THEM as hard as I can. And then I SMASH THEM some more. I was as dramatic as I could muster after four rounds of chemo.
The 3YO was unimpressed. “That’s not how you do mashed potatoes,” he said in a tone of voice that indicated he knew I’ve been hitting the hard drugs lately. “You jump, then clap two times, then twirl around.”
Oh, the things they teach you in preschool. Funny dances and such. But do you know what? I snuck downstairs after I put the kids to bed and gathered the remaining potatoes on the counter. It really works. You don’t even have to boil them or anything!