I arrived home with a new potato ricer last night, very pleased with myself for making said purchase and having at least five different uses for it in my head at the moment.
Me: Look! Isn't it cool?
Mom: What the heck is that?
Me: It's a potato ricer.
Mom: What does it do?
Me: Purees stuff. It was only 30 dollars.
Mom: *makes a face that I can only describe as bulging eyes and Disapproving Mom Mouth coupled with her Inflation-Still-Bothers-Me noise.*
Me: . . .
Mom: The idea is just...very foreign to me.
Five minutes later...
J: What's that?
Me: It's a potato ricer.
J: You know usually you have either potatoes or rice, but not both.
Me: Ha, ha.
J: What does it do?
Me: It forces boiled potato through at an angle, resulting in little fluffy rice-sized grains of potato...
J: ...So in other words it makes the best homemade mashed potatoes ever?
Me: Yes.
J: SCORE!
*High five*
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
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Haha, love it! I can hear my own parents in this.
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