I was reading a novel last week and one of the characters in it shot himself in the head. He did not die, but spent two years in a vegetative state. He woke up after two years and his family was standing around him. His first words were: "I want some mashed potatoes".

I can relate to this man. Not the shooting in the head part, but the mashed potatoes part. I have always loved mashed potatoes. They comfort me and make me feel good about life. If it was up to me I would eat them for every meal. Sometimes I even have them for breakfast.

Last week I was talking to Gramps and I said "I don't understand it - I have cut down on bread, hardly eat any dessert, yet I have not lost a pound."  He looked at me and said "You eat a lot of mashed potatoes".  I answered, "Mashed potatoes are a vegetable - they are full of nutrients - they are good for you." He looked at me for awhile and then said, "You eat a LOT of mashed potatoes".

"Maybe it is the way you make them that makes them so fattening", I said. "Maybe you put in too much butter and I have seen you sometimes use heavy cream." He answered, "If I made them any different you would not like them so much."

I thought about that for a minute.  Some things are worth gaining weight over. I believe mashed potatoes is one of them