with the dishes it still creates for one alone to clear up ... instead of the perpetual jacket I get teased for, the ease of just slotting it in the oven, compact in its skin with minimal fuss and clearing up after, creating a warm kitchen in the process. I did a twist on the mash today using what I had in stock.
Reminding me of a blog once read of a designer; who had knitters usually of a certain age for the reliability in getting their designs knitted up consistently. And picking up the knitting, while the potatoes were on the boil ... I loved the the way the men once and now in our life, and their way in the patience and skill in this task, creating the right texture and taste. The latest male in the family sharing his secrets of a good mash. Another shared interest with my daughters boyfriend.
It also reminded me of last year, when the crisis team came into my life, with their daily visits on the weekend. They enjoyed the delicious smell eliminating out the kitchen, as I improved in my well being. That was a jacket potato cooking. It was a shame they were too busy to share in a simple basic meal, they too enjoyed for that moment in time.
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