So Karen asked for a recipe, and here's one.
I should confess up front that I'm not a gourmet cook, not even close. My long-suffering family will vouch to that. When my two boys were little, I felt ambitious and American one Thanksgiving and made mashed potatoes from scratch. Took me hours. Afterwards, the boys asked me, very politely, Mom, from next time may we please have the kind from the box? (Okay, so mine were a little lumpy).
Once I got over my smarting ego, that was just fine with me!
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Published on February 28, 2009 20:35