O potato, how shall I eat thee?

December 20, 2010

The week before thanksgiving, Chris, myself, and the roommate Payson decided to host a Thanksgiving dinner for everyone at work who was away from home or just wanted an excuse to hang out and eat.  The original invite list was small – but quickly outgrew our original stash of supplies (we can’t forget to invite so-and-so!).  Instead of one turkey we were going to need two, plus extra potatoes and more side dishes.

We put Payson in charge of buying more potatoes.  Would you like to guess how many potatoes he bought?  Here’s a clue: it’s one month later, and there’s still potatoes in our pantry.

Bless his heart, the guy bought three large bags of Russet potatoes (this is in addition to the bag of Russets that we already had, plus the large bag of Yukon Golds.)

In Payson’s defense, Chris did not give him a specific amount of potatoes to get.  And Payson knows, like I know, that Chris would much rather be over-prepared than stuck with not enough potatoes.

So a couple extra bags of potatoes (just to be on the safe side) it was.

Since then, we have had mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, twice-baked potatoes, roasted potatoes, home-fried potatoes and potato soup.  I am running out of things to make with potatoes. 

We tried to take some potatoes to our friend’s houses on Thanksgiving, but no one wanted them.  So far, we have decimated one bag and made it halfway through the second.  Luckily, the weather turned cold again so we were able to start round 2 of homemade potato soup.

Speaking of which, it's time for dinner… guess what's cooking?