MASHED POTATOES WITH CHEESE

I love potatoes. So I made some mash. Then I shared it with my friends. Some loved it, and asked me to call them when I cook next time.

Some people apparently hated the concept of mash. They kept staring at it like zombies, but refused to taste the mash and instead, indirectly and directly communicated on how wedges are better than mash and that I should make those instead. Some sent recipes. Two people even sent me pictures of themselves standing proudly on a big potato wedge. One cried about how potato wedges are fading out of reality and I must prioritise them.

Now I don’t have a problem with wedges, I make those also on some days. Today I made some mash. What’s the big deal? I was stumped by some reactions. So bizzare.

I should have just stopped at that. But I’m an over thinker. So I went insane analysing the different sides of this situation till my brain became a mash. So I offered everyone some brain mash. Obviously that was not well received either. Except some who tried a spoon.

‘’Are you crazy??’’ I asked them,
‘’That was part joke/part annoyance at others. Why did you try the brain mash??’’

‘’hahaha yes we know!’’ They replied. ‘’It wasn’t the best, but we know you to be mostly a good cook. So we wanted to taste nevertheless.’’

Suddenly, it dawned on me. My kitchen is currently being treated like an à la carte system, where people think they can order what they want when they want. What silly fools, they don’t know me well enough to know that I’ve always enjoyed a buffet - and buffets are all about variety!

So I started a new kitchen. Why not remodel the old? I tried but then I came up with a better idea. A Decoy.

Because if there’s one thing I learned in all my years of cooking, it’s that when you cook, you need to cook with love in your heart. Not fear, not anger, not doubt. LOVE.

LOVE cannot be controlled. It is meant to be limitless.

Enjoy.