My younger son doesn’t like mashed potatoes. I almost took him for counseling because of that one. I just don’t understand how someone can’t love a pile of pillowy, creamy, delicious carbs.
He doesn’t, or didn’t, until now.
I was running short on time lately (all the time, if I’m being honest), and I ran into Brookshire’s for some mashed potatoes to go with my mom’s recipe for Salisbury steak. You need potatoes to soak up all that rich, yummy gravy.
I was already running late and I really didn’t have time to peel, boil and mash potatoes by hand. I grabbed a box of Brookshire’s Classic Instant Mashed Potatoes. The box even advertises, “Just add milk and margarine, ready in 3 minutes.” Score.
I went home, fixed dinner and while the main course was cooking, I whipped up those potatoes. In my hurry, I plated my younger son potatoes under his heaping mound of meat and gravy.
He looked up at me with those big, brown eyes, trying to mask his disappointment.
“I don’t really like mashed potatoes,” he said, trying to be polite.
“Oh please, just TRY them,” I implored. “I can’t really scrape them off at this point.”
Because he’s a super good and obedient kid, he did.
“Mom, these are GREAT!” he said.
So, now I keep a box of potatoes in my pantry for those meals that we crave potatoes, and I can give my younger son his favorite.