August 18, 2009

Often, I am too lazy to make more than one food per meal.

One pot, one dish, one meal. Tonight it was mashed potatoes. Okay, not technically a traditional main-course, but doesn't it deserve to be? I always think of "Mermaids" wherein Cher's character only makes hors d'oeuvres for dinner -- and rightly so, as hors d'oeuvres are the most interesting part of a meal. Anyway, everybody loves mashed potatoes. I got some nice organic yukon gold potatoes this weekend, not too big, a little smaller than the size of my fist each. I threw a few into a pot with salted boiling water, then drained them and mashed em up with a slug of butter, some sea salt and freshly ground black pepper. Late dinner, it's nearly 9 p.m., and I didn't want to eat a big meal because I'm up with the sun tomorrow for the first day of school -- classes start at 8 a.m.! I've printed all my syllabuses on hot pink paper. It's not a gimmick, I swear. It's just that I've had this ream of hot pink paper in my apartment for years and this is the best way to get rid of it.