Potatoes have never been my strong point. I don't dislike them, I just rarely find myself enthusiastic about cooking them and thus don't do so often. However, C. bought a superfluidity of them for the other second Thanksgiving and so they would make the perfect, convenient fodder for a potluck dish for tonight's departmental potluck. So far so good.
Except... I have no potato masher, and I think these potatoes are more starchy than waxy. My cookbook recommends waxy potatoes for potato salad since they're less likely to fall apart when cut up into bits. Also, I haven't been grocery shopping in a while and even though the store isn't that far away, it would use up more precious moments of my day if I make a trip to the store. But I could. I'm out of a number of staples, including milk, eggs, and onions. The onions are thus far proving the most problematic of these lacks. (I can work around this. I have enough assorted other ingredients to make do,, although I wish I had onions.) Oh, and there's no where to heat up something so big, except a microwave, in the department, but the only appropriately and disposable container I have to bring the dish into school in is made of metal. Also, I have to be on campus 3 hours before the potluck for a meeting, which means it'll be cold by the time the dinner happens.
So... cold, lumpy mashed potatoes or falling apart potato salad which will show off my lack of onions more strikingly?
Except... I have no potato masher, and I think these potatoes are more starchy than waxy. My cookbook recommends waxy potatoes for potato salad since they're less likely to fall apart when cut up into bits. Also, I haven't been grocery shopping in a while and even though the store isn't that far away, it would use up more precious moments of my day if I make a trip to the store. But I could. I'm out of a number of staples, including milk, eggs, and onions. The onions are thus far proving the most problematic of these lacks. (I can work around this. I have enough assorted other ingredients to make do,, although I wish I had onions.) Oh, and there's no where to heat up something so big, except a microwave, in the department, but the only appropriately and disposable container I have to bring the dish into school in is made of metal. Also, I have to be on campus 3 hours before the potluck for a meeting, which means it'll be cold by the time the dinner happens.
So... cold, lumpy mashed potatoes or falling apart potato salad which will show off my lack of onions more strikingly?
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Oh, John filled out a little customs form and sent your package on its way! One of the things inside: A gregorian chant version of "Losing my Religion".
Hee!
But I turned on the wrong burner and not the fan, which set off the smoke detector. I fixed that, but in the process have lost track of how long it's cooked for which will require a bit more active attention on my part to the potatoes. I called up to find out when I could go in for my new ISIC card which I suddently realized I Really Ought To Have before it expires, and then couldn't find the old passport-sized photos I knew I had lying around somewhere. I went to turn the boiling water down and the fan up to deal with all the steam - overkill to compensate for turning on the wrong burner - and dropped the oven glove on the mouse poison and the sticky trap. Happily, in the process, my subconscious prodded me with where the photos are, and indeed they were there. It's not really all that bad - I'm just feeling rather clumsy and incompetent today and at this rate, I shall get no Real Work done, which I'd really hoped would happen, but I have to leave for a brief and trivial meeting on campus in an hour. It might actually prove neither brief nor trivial, but there are only 3 of us on this committee, so it better had be so I can make it to my ISIC appointment after all this.
Anyways, packages from the US to Canada can take up to 3 weeks, thanks to the joys of customs, so don't fret if I don't have it before going away. The downstairs neighbors should be kind enough to bring all our mail in and pile it up for us. Which reminds me, I must leave them a note before I head out today.
But just in case the rest of your day goes like the first part of the day, remember: Clumsiness is next to godliness!
I sure am glad I didn't enclose any brownies....