So...mashed potatoes. Simple? Easy? I thought so too. So I had some chicken marinating and the wonderful idea for grilled chicken and mashed potatoes. I had class from 4-6:40 and my hubby gets home from work around 5:30 so I wanted him to start boiling the potatoes so that when I got home I could grill the chicken, mass the potatoes, and enjoy my feast!
My dinner dream didn't turn out so well. Before I left for class I peeled and cut the potatoes and put them in a pan and put the pan in the fridge and left the hubby a detailed note on what to do and when to do it. I went to class with dreams of fluffy potatoes awaiting me at home. Thankfully, class was dismissed 30 minutes early; I hopped on 95 and made my commute home. I got home and the hubs had the potatoes boiling :-) I gave him a kiss and hug and told him I was going to jump in the shower. While I was in the shower he yelled in that he had to go run an errand and he would be back in a few minutes.
As I’m enjoying my much needed hot shower, I hear a sharp, high pitched noise. Yep, the smoke detector was screaming at me! I jumped out of the shower and ran into the kitchen; the pan of potatoes was a goner. Not only were the potatoes ruined, but the pot was destroyed. The hubby had left the potatoes on High when he left. My vision of mashed potatoes for dinner was not a smoky pile of mush. I turned the vent on high blast, put on some pjs and then proceeded to open the windows and back door.
The hubs walked in about 10 minutes later, looked in the sink to see the pot with the burnt potatoes still stuck to the bottom and asked what I had done. After we had a quick convo about leaving the stove top on high when no one is watching, I decided to not fully let go of my plans and made grilled chicken with roasted red potatoes. It ended up being delicious, but I’ve been craving mashed potatoes since the disaster.
Any advise for the college wife?!
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