September 13, 2003
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Angry Mashed Potatoes
My roommate stole my potato masher, among other kitchen stuff, when she moved out. I don’t think she even eats anything other than coca cola and single serve frozen pizzas, whereas I am very touchy about my kitchen and my gourmet culinary utensils. Suffice to say, when it came time to pound the starchy tubers, the heavy duty ice cream scoop, the evil-looking meat tenderizer tool, and the combined sheer will of two master chefs just wasn’t up to par. They came out very lumpy.
So i was doing my dishes this morning and i heard a ruckus across the street. I like ruckuses, and I am always looking to cause one myself, so I was very excited when i looked out the window and saw a tag sale across the way. I scampered across, and lo and behold, on the very first table, was the lovliest potato masher i have ever beheld. Even better than my old pilfered one from Target. Delicately turned wooden handle, gleaming stainless steel, and an old-school style zigzag mashing doo-hickey. And mine for only fifty cents!
My mashed potatoes are very happy now.
