My buddy Charles read my bellyaching about my failed potatoes, and he recommended turning them into a mash, which is a brilliant solution. I currently have a ton of butter, a full container of heavy cream, and enough herbs, spices, and seasonings to flavor up a whole cauldron of dead babies, so I might be doing mashed potatoes tonight. Or smashed potatoes. Or some distant cousin of bubble and squeak.
Sunday, March 24, 2019
taking some advice
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The spud is dead! Long live the spud!
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, I couldn't find the potatoes in my fridge. I think they might still be in the office fridge.
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