Oh yeah! I celebrated the end of my semester
with one of my very favorites . . .
mashed.potatoes.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays.
When I was a little girl, Gram would
always put two plates at my spot.
One for the food and one for the
mashed potatoes. I love them
plain . . . innocent . . . a bazillion
of them piled high on the plate.
(I do not even need a fork, I can
eat ALL of them with my finger.)
Baked potatoes are their cousins
and I love them almost just as much.
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