Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas
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On many Sunday afternoons in the winter, my mom made mashed potatoes. Sometimes we would snatch a raw hunk of peeled potato, shake salt on it and munch away in spite of her complaining and unsubstantiated rumbling about it being potentially unhealthy.

I loved how the windows would steam up as the pieces boiled away and how the lid made a continuous rattling sound. It smelled good and felt safe.

One of my sisters would mix peas into the final product, whereas I preferred making a covered cave with hidden melted butter inside.
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