The following are my son’s words after watching me make mashed potatoes from a bag of powdered spuds. His words capture the quick and amazing transformation:
Oh! That’s helpful!
“Amen!” To that I say, “AMEN! All hail the powdered spud!”
********************
Keep up-to-date on the insane, the insightful, and the whatever…
They are helpful…if only the fam tolerated the taste of powdered spuds. I used them once…just once. No way. If the dinner calls for mashed potatos, I’m just gonna do it the old fashioned way.
love your kids! they crack me up every time :-)
There’s another way to make mashed potatoes?
Be careful not to show them all of your secrets. We look less powerful then.
I just can’t do it. I can’t eat those powdered spuds. I blame it on my mother….the midwest’s original Martha Stewart. She recently asked me if I could remember going to the flower farm to dig up tulip bulbs that we then planted in our garden. Really Mom? Really?
Needless to say, between homemade underwear (oh yes she did) and made from scratch applesauce, I would be considered WAY too lazy if I even THOUGHT about spuds from a box. I do buy my Halloween costumes from the party store however…..take that Martha! (I mean Mom)
Hail the powdered spud, Indeed! I thought that was the only way to make ‘em.