Matt's aunt called this evening about Thanksgiving. She told me that my one and only duty this year is to bring the mashed potatoes. I told her that it would not be a problem! It's a piece of cake. While in my head, I was telling myself that I'm 27 years old, and of course, I know how to make them. Then, I got off the phone and started to panic. I've made mashed potatoes several times, but they have always come in a box.
I called my Grandma Lil for support. Her mashed potatoes are the best. This is how our conversation went:
Me: Grandma, can you tell me how to make mashed potatoes?
G Lil: Sure! Do you own a mixer?
Me: No.
G Lil: Do you own a potato masher?
Me: No.
G Lil: Do you know what a potato masher looks like?
Me: Yes Grandma. I'm not that pathetic.
G Lil: Well you better buy one or the other, or you are going to have problems!
I'm going to her house on Sunday to discuss.
When I got off of the phone, Matt said, "Nance, just make the boxed ones! No one will know!" Who wants boxed mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving? Not me! Last year, I traded Matt's sister my mashed potatoes duty with green bean casserole. This year, I will figure this out!
P.S. If anyone wants to take a cooking class with me, let me know!