Mashed Potatoes

What’s so interesting about mashed potatoes that I would write a post about them? Their feelings mostly. I was watching something on cable the other day and some crazy chic was going on about fruits and vegetables and their feeling, and announcing that cooking and eating said fruit/veg is murder. She’s a loon, hands down, but today I feel their ‘pain.’

My brain is experiencing a sensation that must parallel the ‘pain’ that those starchy little buggers go through when we beat the hell out of them and serve them up with butter. We’ve all been there, that place where you exists but you’re not good for a whole lot. If on the other hand you need someone who can sit for hours staring blankly at white walls, I’m your girl.

So my deepest sympathy to all the potatoes that have been sacrificed at the alter of dinner.

Now I have to get back to my white wall.