This week, Friday is dedicated to the celebration of potatoes. I love potatoes in pretty much any form; whether they are slowly baked in their jackets or sliced to make chips (both English and American kinds) they are one of my ultimate comfort foods.
Mashed potatoes remind me of home. They're nostalgic in the sense that they are the epitome of feeling comforted, cosy and full. I remember eating it as a child with fish fingers and chops, fluffy white clouds of mash with butter and milk, creamy and delicious. In more recent times, my parents would serve it with rich beef casseroles or with cold sliced meats and pickles, or with one of my favourites Toad In The Hole (Yorkshire pudding and chipolata sausages and heaps of gravy and veggies). The thought of it even now makes my mouth water.
When I moved to America, I honestly didn't think I'd miss mashed potatoes. There are so many different ways to prepare and serve the humble spud, what difference would it make to miss one out? The answer was a huge one; I missed sprinkling it with a pinch of salt and pepper, heaping it onto my fork, slicing spring onions to mix into it. But I was without a potato masher and cheap as they are, getting one wasn't high on my priority list. So my Mum got one for me, as a special Christmas gift.
When I opened it on Christmas morning, my heart did a little happy dance; finally, I'd be able to make smooth, creamy, delicious mashed potatoes! It's a miracle invention, taking all the hard work out of mashing by being spring loaded and having a built-in ricer to ensure all the lumps are completely gone.
I eagerly boiled my potatoes and added a healthy splash of milk and some butter, to give it that extra scrumptious taste. Then I set to work and wow. I had created completely smooth mashed potatoes in less than two minutes. Seriously, it was that easy. I couldn't wait to tuck in!
Needless to say, dinner went down a treat that night. With some chicken and veggies in a soup-sauce, it was simply divine. My first bite of mash actually made me smile, as though I hadn't eaten it for years. It's so hearty and filling, now I find myself searching for other mash-related recipes, not only because it's so tasty but because I can't wait to use my masher again!
What food always brings you comfort when you eat it? Do you like mashed potatoes? If you do, I'd love to know how you prepare them and what you serve them with.
Love, K.