I MADE MASHED POTATOE. and some might think: "Oh GoSh EvIe, ThAtS So UnCoOl Of YoU" BUT YOUR WRONG. POTATOE AND STRING CHEESE (#team beqa) IS MY SOURCE OF LIFE AND WWWWWOOWOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEE I CANNOT EXPLAIN THE BEAM OF HAPPINESS I BECAME WHEN MY MOTHER EXPLAINED I COULD MAKE MY OWN IF I WANTED TO. so i did. and my silly butt wants to make a story about it. because i can.
So, I grabbed some potatoes, and I was like "Oh yeah this should be easy. its just MASHED POTATOES what in the world could go wrong?" But I didn't exaclty know HOW to. so of course I had to fix that. me: "HUMAN INCUBATORRRRR I NEED ASSITANCE WITH MAKING MY MASHED POTATOEEE~" mum: "Oh, yeah hun, just peel it first and I'll let you know after how to do the rest." me: "...." TASK ONE: PEEL THE BLOODY POTATOES. I snatched four potatoes, stood over the bin, grabbed a peeler, and BAM I was peelin. but then autism hit and I had NO IDEA HOW TO PEEL A POTATOE AND STARTED GETTING ANXEITY AND I RAN MYSELF INTO ONE OF THE CUPBOARDS AND MUM WAS LIKE "WOAH, are you okay?" "..I-I d-don't know how to peel it and OH GOD ITS SO WEIRD AND IM A LEFTY WAS THIS MADE FOR RIGHTYS OH MY GAWD I WANNA THROW THE POTATOES INTO A BRICK WALL AND HOW DO I EVEN DO IT NONODY GAVE ME INSTRUCTIONS UERRRHHHHHHHHHH-" mum: "Hey, it's okay. watch I'll show you." and my dearest mother proceeded to peel a potatoe, showing me how to do it, all that lovely stuff. It got to a point where I was like hell yeah i can do this. easy peesy lemon squeezy. but i picked up the peeler and the anxiety hit an- "MUM IT ISN'T WORKING-" HHAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA OH GOD I LLOOOOOVVVVEEE BEING ME. TOTALLY. it took me a while, put i eventually got it, and my mum was very nice about it all. good job mum. shout out to mum. golden sticker. :) so I finished the peeling. me: "alright mum I'm good.to.go. what do we do now?" mum: "You cut them!" me: ".... i n w h a t s h a p e ?" mum: "Quaters :)" AND I CUT THOSE DAM POTATOES IN QUATERS LIKE A KKKIIIINNNNGGGGG so like the potatoes are cut and peeled ... WHAT TO DO NOW?? why thank you for asking, fellow silly billy. I've gotta BOIL them of course! I boiled water, put it in a small cooking pot, turned the stove on medium heat, put the potatoes in the pot, put the lid on - BAM! IT WAS COOKIN. i kinda put some cut up onions here and there in the pot for some FLAVOUR but i was just bored and my adhd was like : EHEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA so i had to SETTLE THE DEMON EKFQOIWJQAJOIWKJ but anyways TIMESKIP!!! I grabbed those bad boys out of the pot (it hurt) and poured out the water into the sink and M-M-M-M-MASSHHEEEDDDD!! (like a king). <3 i added some salt, a bit of pepper, i added some MOZERELA EHEEHEHEHEHEH and then i got an IDEA. "....hey mum, can I cut up this garlic?" she stood there and spoke very, very lowly. "there is some garlic paste in the fridge, use that." I opened the fridge. Grabbed the onion paste. Opened the jar. Grabbed a spoonfull. and put it into the mashed potatoe. and i mixed it. I REPEAT, FOR THOSE WHO DIDNT HERE: !! I P U T T H E G A R L I C P A S T E I N T O T H E M A S H E D P O T A T O E!! so i uhm i mixed it. and once it was done, i put it into a bowl and GAWPED at my masterpeice. i worship potatoes. seriously, like, look out for a future potatoe cult studio guys ^^ but anyways, i worshiped potatoe, and this was my first COMPLETELY SELF, HOME MADE (bUt I sUpPoSe MoThEr DiD hElp Me WiTh ThE pEeLiNg) MASHED POTATOE AND BOY I WAS PPRRRRROOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUDDDD. so i tried it. it was disgusting. IM KIDDING, OF COURSE IT ISNT DISGUSTING *scoff* I MADE IT. BUT THE GARLIC. WHY. and i showed my sibling but she said it was bad, but then my other sibling said it was good, my mum said it was good, and everyone else in the house doesnt like mashed potatoe anyways (pity me) BUT I ALWAYS GET THEIR HUNGRY JACKS CHIPS IT IS !!TOP DOG!! but yeah. sad story. a little bit depressing. LESSON OF THE DAY: dont you dare get "experimental" with garlic in MASHED POTATO. it isnt good gurl. :) ENJOY MY BABBLES QUEEN. OR KING. OR ROYALTY. Or maybe you dont WANT to be royalty.
