My great friend Charlie who was the gentleman that I dedicated a blog post to a few days/weeks ago had a story about chocolate cake. The story centers around a cake that his daughter made for him. Yia Yia, who is a saint, was Charles' loving wife. She cooked and baked for him all the time. Apparently, one of Charles's daughter made him a chocolate cake one time, maybe for his birthday, I am not sure. After trying the cake, Charles was asked by his daughter "How is the cake?". Charles proceeded to state that it was the best chocolate cake he had ever had. I am assuming he was impressed by the cake and effort required to bake the cake and wanted to make sure he expressed that to his daughter when he answered. Now Charles was a very smart man, who must have had a lapse in judgement when shocked by the question and would have never stated "the cake was the best he had ever had" if he would have taken a minute to think. Why do you say this?, you might ask. Well, Yia Yia was within ears' shot of this remark and thus heard it. Now that cake might have been the best damn cake in the world, made you lose weight the more you ate, improved your complexion, and made the opposite sex take their clothes off while you were eating it. I don't know, because I never had a piece of it. I do know that if Charles had thought for a minute, his reply would have been different because Yia Yia never baked Charles another chocolate cake as long as he lived. The lesson here! NEVER SAY ANYTHING SOMEONE ELSE DOES FOR YOU IS BETTER THAN WHAT YOUR WIFE/SOMEONE WHO DOES IT MORE OFTEN FOR YOU.
Now I told you that story to tell you this story. Last night while having dinner, SuperMom made mashed potatoes, which she rarely has done in the past. DP and I love mashed potatoes. The potatoes did not turn out exactly as SuperMom had planned. I will state that I thought they were GREAT. I ate every bit that was not eating by others. However, SuperMom asked DP how he liked the mashed potatoes. Not having spent enough time around Charles, DP replied "I don't like them." I always thought this kid was smart, even gifted according to the tests. Well, this was the stupidest answer he has ever given. I have waited years for these mashed potatoes, finally got them on Father's Day, and this little literal child of mine is going to ruin it. I am going to have a long talk with him.
I will restate, I loved the mashed potatoes. Please cook them again.
Now I told you that story to tell you this story. Last night while having dinner, SuperMom made mashed potatoes, which she rarely has done in the past. DP and I love mashed potatoes. The potatoes did not turn out exactly as SuperMom had planned. I will state that I thought they were GREAT. I ate every bit that was not eating by others. However, SuperMom asked DP how he liked the mashed potatoes. Not having spent enough time around Charles, DP replied "I don't like them." I always thought this kid was smart, even gifted according to the tests. Well, this was the stupidest answer he has ever given. I have waited years for these mashed potatoes, finally got them on Father's Day, and this little literal child of mine is going to ruin it. I am going to have a long talk with him.
I will restate, I loved the mashed potatoes. Please cook them again.