Mashing Out Our Roles

My man makes some damn good mashed potatoes. We bought a huge bag of potatoes a few weeks ago just so Mike could make a batch. On Sunday, I reminded him that the bag was still untouched and we should probably make something with all that starchy goodness.

Mike agreed to make mashed potatoes, "but you have to peel them," he said.

"Are you serious?" I replied. "I love peeling potatoes!"

It's true. Little known Amy fact: I like peeling produce - potatoes, carrots, mangoes, cucumbers... you name it. I remember when I was young and my mom got an apple peeler. That thing was the coolest. It did most of the work for you, but I loved how it peeled an apple into long, curly spirals.

"Are you serious?" Mike responded. "I hate peeling potatoes. That's the only reason I don't make mashed potatoes more often."

"Well this is a win-win situation," I said. "I'll peel them, you make 'em."

And that's our deal. This household's mashed potato intake just increased ten-fold. And that is awesome, because my man makes some damn good mashed potatoes.