I’ve never met a potato I didn’t like, but nothing in this life — or the next — could possibly beat my mom’s creamy, dreamy mashed potatoes.
Mashed potatoes equate comfort, warmth, love — and when they’re extra tasty, that’s extra doses of love.
This week, after another round of oral surgery (don’t ask), my mom’s love-soaked mashed potatoes also equate ease and healing while be surrounded by family who keep you laughing.
Thanksgiving may just be two short weeks away, but I’m already so full of gratitude for mashed potatoes…and everything they represent.
This week, I’m also lovin’:
A graceful response + getting over it and powering through + Banks + a clean, warm apartment + a powerful start to the final season of The Newsroom + “Dear Daughter” and a long list of good reads to dive into + dark chocolate chip cookies + the first holiday lights + iMessage conversations + hot malt Ovaltine + mini-cakes and Veuve Clicquot + my amazing family and BFFs + five years of wedded bliss with my hubby…and the fact that he can still surprise me with so much love and thoughtfulness