I have had a craving for mashed potatoes for several days now.
I really don't know why as I haven't had an appetite for going on three weeks. (really, is it possible that almost three weeks have passed?)
Tonight, after a decidedly long and difficult day discussing legal matters with an attorney I decided to satisfy the mashed potato craving.
If it were just me that is all I would have made.
But it's not just me.
So I set out to make steamed mussels, (a favorite of TBHITW), shallow fried cod (a favorite of the 16 year old), mashed potatoes and steamed green beans.
I steamed mussels in garlic and cilantro and wine.
I dipped the cod in egg, then panko and shallow fried in oil with a big sprig of cilantro in the oil to flavor it.
I steamed green beans with lemon and salt until al dente.
And I made mashed potatoes the way TBHITW made them. It made me smile because while I did all the above, plus peeled and boiled the potatoes, the ricing was always his job. And it was a big deal.
He would load a warm bowl with a half a stick of butter, a chizle (we made words up around here) of heavy cream and a sprinkle of sea salt. Then, making a big production about having massive arm muscles he would rice the potatoes using a beautiful stainless steel ricer I bought just for him.
He would then gently toss it all together, mound it in a bowl and drizzle a little more melted butter over the buttery, steaming bowl of perfectly mashed potatoes. He would then proclaim, Dinner Is Served.
With a smile on my face and tears in my eyes I ate mashed potatoes tonight.
And it was all good.