Monday, April 7, 2008
It has recently come to my attention that mashed potatoes can be served in bar form. At first I thought this was an ode to mess hall days, as in big troughs of pillowy white potatoes served up in endless variety; a frothy celebration of starch and mash. I was wrong. It literally meant bar form, as in that dark dungeon of delectable sin where one dwells to shut out the light and knock back self-indulgently absurd amounts of artistic poison. This is literally a mashed potato martini.
Mashed Potato Martini, Sir?