Let me tell you a secret

I’m telling you a little secret here.  I don’t really know too much about cooking.  I can follow the directions on a box usually.  Not always, but usually.  I say that with a bit of wit because I just divulged to the folks at PBN that I really don’t know too much about boiling eggs even. 

And, the one thing I certainly cannot do is substitute one item for another.  I’ve tried a few times in the past to put a little water in something instead of milk or add some extra butter instead of oil, but the fact of the matter is, when you can’t cook, you can’t cook. 

However, I can make some mean macaroni and cheese.  I don’t mean out of a box either.  I mean, buy me some shells, cheese, milk, butter and girlfriend can whip you up some mac and cheese that would have ol’ Kraft beating down my doors. 

Last weekend though, my husband was nursing some dental repairs and I was going to whip him up something soft to eat.  I had already pulled the macaroni and cheese magic so I needed something else.  Aaah ha, some rice.  He wasn’t amused.  He requested some mashed potatoes.

So, I got dressed and headed to the closest little dollar store and bought a box of instant mashed potatoes.  My son watching me masterfully create this meal wanted to know why his “nanny used them big white things and scraped them” to make mashed potatoes and I was using these flaky things. 

I muttered to him that his “nanny” was old school and I would make some good mashed potatoes my way.  Except, we didn’t have any milk.  And, I don’t even have to tell you how the whole thing went bad from there I’m sure. 

Since that time, I have read about I Love Mashed Potatoes and I bet my husband would have loved them instead of his wife’s little concoction.