Now, the “MP” part is already given away with the picture. Really, is there any possible way to present mashed potatoes that would be exciting? Outside of Richard Dreyfuss building Devil’s Tower in CEotTK, it just can’t be done.
So, let’s just break down Spud Month Week 3 – MP:
The recipe called for “golden creamers”. Whatever. I got golden potatoes. They’d be creamed soon enough. Of course, the bag was only 3 lbs. and the recipe wants 4. Either way, it’s more than needed for a single guy.
Tougher to peel than regular baked potatoes because they are smaller. Plus, they become slippery once you start getting the skin off.
And, I was distracted during peeling by news of another barbaric act at a school. With my attention (understandably) diverted, I managed to peel part of my pointer finger, too. Sigh.
I don’t want to get into the school shooting, since I will just get angry. I can throw up one of my old posts, for all the good that ever does.
The spuds, now peeled and quartered, get thrown in a pot with a bay leaf (someone will one day explain to me this fascination recipes have with bay leaves) and boiled for 20 minutes.
Meanwhile, 2 cups of heavy cream and 3 tablespoons of butter are melting and heating together.
I had always planned to use the food processor to make quick work of the spuds. But, something nagged at me.
I jumped online and put in some research. Apparently, no one likes using food processors for mashed potatoes. One site even goes into how it “tears apart the binding starches”. Apparently, either the potatoes get all gooey or I rip a hole in the fabric of space and create a singularity.
Either one suggests a bad end for my mashed potatoes. So, I opt for a large metal salad fork for my masher.
I imagine horrible times ahead, but, spud newbie that I am, I do not reckon with how soft those boiled potatoes really are. Duh. Easy enough to mash without any real strength required.
Oh, wait, the gravy
I forgot to mention. The potatoes are on for a boil and the butter and cream are on low heat. I go to the pantry to pull out my brown gravy (pre-made, no working with flour for me). And it’s missing.
I make a snap decision, tie on some feet and zip the car over to Publix. And, wouldn’t you know, there is a line at all three registers. Rargh.
I still make it back with plenty of time to spare and the mashed potatoes tasted just fine. So ends Spud Month Week 3 – MP.
Actually, this pretty much ends Spud Month. All next week is about preparing the house and food for Birthday BBQ.
And that means, that’s all the topics you’re going to see next week. Hah!