In case you wondered, pouring expired dehydrated potatoes down the drain is NOT a good idea. As I was running the water to wash them down and popped on the disposal, I thought no big deal. Until I noticed the other side of my sink was filling up. It was that moment I realized my snafu... 2 hours, a trip to home depot, constant snaking, a bottle of Drano, and lots of "no talking" and "No questions, I need silence" the water finally runs through. Also, I think I hate potatoes. My kids cheered, but mostly because I told them they couldn't have a muffin until I had fixed the sink.
This is not the only time in my life that potatoes have gotten the better of me. It is no secret that I have a larger list than most, of foods I do not care for. As a child, potatoes were on that list. I was creative in my younger years at making food disappear. It went well beyond the spread-your-food to-make-it look-like-you-ate-more, and the old stuff-it-in-your-napkin trick. No, this time I thought outside the box. Grams was visiting that week and while cleaning up the table, noticed something peculiar on the floor beneath the chair I had been sitting in. Snakes! Upon further inspection, came laughter (thank goodness). I had taken my mashed potatoes, lifted the seat cushion and stuffed them under it. I can only assume I had planned to come back later and get rid of it properly. I hadn't factored in that the chairs were wicker under that seat cushion...
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