I have often said I am not a huge fan of ice cream. I'm not saying I hate it, and there are even hot summer evenings that I crave it, but over all, I wouldn't miss ice cream if it disappeared from the world.
Now, mashed potatoes is entirely different.
I am currently embarking a new adventure in my life: my husband is back at sea, my daughter is spending the summer in France, my son has moved out, so it is just me and the dogs living alone. I stay up too late reading, I get up early to walk in the cool peacefulness of dawn, I laze about on the couch listening to classic country music just a little too loud, I eat huge salads every night for dinner, and for dessert: mashed potatoes.
I know, it is not a dessert. But I would take a bowl of potatoes over a bowl of ice cream any day! So after I eat my hearty salads, full of fiber, protein and lightly dressed with a light vinaigrette, after that I treat myself to a bowl of mashed potatoes.
As I was savoring them, licking the spoon and making sure every speck was consumed by me, I thought, this might be weird.
And then I thought, eh, who cares? I love them!