Yesterday, my wife was making corned beef and cabbage and a Shepherd's Pie. She was bringing all of this to our oldest son's house and our other kids were all coming over for dinner. She was almost done and about to do the mashed potatoes to cover the shepherd's pie when she realized she did not have enough potatoes. She had a problem because she had to be at a friend's daughter's bridal shower.
I said I'll go get some potatoes, tell me exactly what to do. All I got back was: YOU Can't make this, Only I can. She spent more time explaining why I shouldn't do it, She finally gave me some half hearted instructions and left.
I went to the store, grabbed some Idaho potatoes, went home, peeled em, diced em up and called my friend Don, who's the Executive Chef at work. He talked me through PERFECT mashed potatoes. My fourteen year old son thought this was hilarious and couldn't wait to see how everyone liked the potatoes. We kept quiet that I even made them until everyone tried them.
Turns out, they were a hit.
I said I'll go get some potatoes, tell me exactly what to do. All I got back was: YOU Can't make this, Only I can. She spent more time explaining why I shouldn't do it, She finally gave me some half hearted instructions and left.
I went to the store, grabbed some Idaho potatoes, went home, peeled em, diced em up and called my friend Don, who's the Executive Chef at work. He talked me through PERFECT mashed potatoes. My fourteen year old son thought this was hilarious and couldn't wait to see how everyone liked the potatoes. We kept quiet that I even made them until everyone tried them.
Turns out, they were a hit.