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Of late, I have been working on my mash technique.
Knowing that some people can get quite exercised when it comes to the subject of mashed potatoes, it is only right and proper that I should take my research in this area very seriously.
Potato ricer: the tool of choice for discerning mashers
Mashed potatoes! The beatings, the maulings, and the ultimate degradation to a which an honest Irish potato must submit tomorrow turn me sad-eyed from my plate.
Claire Warner Churchill, From “An Oregon Protest Against Mashed Potatoes”
Now there’s a woman who doesn’t mince her words. The quote above is just a small extract from a 5 page complaint about potatoes being “fluffed, whipped, paddled, pounded, beaten, bruised, crushed, flouced and shaken, but never – oh the pity of it – never mashed”. Notwithstanding the fact that I am intrigued by the notion of flounced potatoes, I have a certain amount of sympathy with the woman’s stated position on what some people do in the name of mash.
Food of the nation
It had to happen.
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you’ll know that it’s not just about potatoes, though they can loom large at times – it’s my national food, after all. So I thought it was perhaps about time that I acknowledge the spud’s special significance by bringing a regular weekly spud to the table.
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