I was trying not to write rants. I really was. However, something has been bugging me for a while and I feel the need to share it with you, the anonymous people I talk to.
Mashed potatoes.
Yes, mashed potatoes. I like mashed potatoes. They are among the most perfect of foods (which include chili, Ding-Dongs, Lucky Charms, and burritos). However, when ordering mashed potatoes at restaurants lately, I have noticed a disturbing trend. You can not just get mashed potatoes.
Instead, you get Garlic Mashed Potatoes, Red Skin Mashed Potatoes, Chunky Mashed Potatoes, or Potatoes con Carne et Fromage du Porc.
I like all of those mashed potato variants, I really do, but sometimes, a guy just wants a giant mound of smashed tubers and enough butter to kill a Marine platoon.
So there. See, I told you it was a very small rant.
Cheers,
-Jason
2 comments:
Yes, yes, yes, lots of butter, but you're forgetting the freshly-milled pepper. A dash of this is required to bring forth the true flavour of the Spud, the Whole Spud and Nothing But The Spud.
Honestly, I'm not a big fan of pepper on my MPs. I don't mind it, but I don't reach for it automatically.
I'm more of a lots of butter and then mold the MPs into interesting shapes before eating kind of guy.
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