As a kid, mashed potatoes made me cry. Not sure why, but then again, a lot of things made me cry. I cried so much that the family thought maybe they could hire me out for special events, to become the Official Crier. I was mortified, and always so ashamed by those damn tears. I assumed I was somehow faulty.
I met Wayne when I was 16, and was introduced to a new and foreign world. His family was Polish. And it was quite different from my sheltered WASP upbringing. Early on, we were having dinner with his family, and his Mom placed a steaming bowl of something in the middle of the table. Damn, what are those? Pierogies. What? Surprised looks all around as I did not have any idea what they were.
They had me from the first bite. I was in some kind of serious food bliss, and asked what was inside. Mashed potatoes. Quickly stifling my gag reflex, I looked at them in wonder. Really…mashed potatoes?! How had this happened? Why had I instantly fallen in love with them? I just remember being really, really happy.
A few months later, Wayne’s Mom asked if I would like to learn how to make pierogies. Be still my heart. And it was during this grand food experiment, I discovered her secret. She made the mashed potatoes with sour cream and cheddar cheese! We always made them with milk and butter. This amazing discovery had me feeling like the first man on the moon.
Today, as I am preparing dinner for family, and guests who will be traveling to our home, I realize how happy I am. No longer do mashed potatoes make me cry, nor does much else. As a matter of fact, since I began changing my mind a few years back, seeming eons of depression have disappeared, never to return.
In a couple of hours, my family’s own particular brand of craziness will begin to come out sideways all over my house. And I will feed them a great big pot of mashed potatoes that I made with great love and appreciation for my now perfect life.
But, there will be no green bean casserole. That doesn’t make me cry, I just seriously hate it.
- Ley Blythe from England
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-Mike from Lausanne, Switzerland
The thing that differentiates you (Sally) from others, is that you do not go out to people with an agenda, but with unconditional love. I still cannot describe the state I was in when you visited Switzerland. I felt as if I were in a state of flow and blissful happiness. I want to learn from you how one can live like this every day.