You Know What Makes Me Happy? Mashed Potatoes
Oh man, do I love potatoes. One time, when I was on the yeast free diet, I had to give them up and it was HELL. At my last job, whenever we went out for lunches everyone would tell the waiter that I would order potatoes before he even got to me. Ha! So true. I usually did.
I love a good baked potato with sour cream and butter and chives, with a little extra butter at the end, all squished up in the crispy skin like a potato skin wrap. I love twice baked potatoes. I am planning to make this twice baked potato pie the first time Jay isn't here to stop me. I love fries, although I rarely have them now that I am celiac (deep fryers are FULL of the gluten). I love home fries that my mom makes from leftover potatoes and the home fries that my friend Steve makes and potato latkes from Cardinal Rule (or anywhere, let's be real).
Mashed potatoes still win. When Jay and I first met, I told him that if we ever have a fight and he needs to make amends, mashed potatoes are the key. Forget flowers, good mashed potatoes will solve most of my problems. With cheese, with garlic, with just butter and milk... MASHED POTATOES ARE THE BEST!!!
We just bought a potato ricer. My life will never be the same. It was like MAGIC.