Sometimes I feel like my generation, male and female, are a bunch of kids that cannot do anything for themself. The women can’t cook or sew or can beans and the men…well…they can’t do a lot of things. Especially change oil, fix stuff in general, or any type of man handiwork you might need done. At least without major complications.
There’s Betty Crocker herself!
Every once in a while I will get to thinking to myself, “Why didn’t my mother ever teach me to cook?” And then I remember that maybe she did try. I recall the times she would say, “You had better watch me do this, because you really don’t know how to do anything.” My reply would have something to do with the fact that I knew how to synthesize an alkane to an alkyne in organic chemistry, I could run a distillation apparatus better than anyone in my lab (this is not referring to moonshine), and I had the most “pharmaceutically elegant” hard lozenges in my pharmacy compounding class, according to Dr. Collins. How hard could mashed potatoes be?!
Well, you may not know what an alkyne or an alkane is, but I’m betting that you already knew that I was wrong about the mashed potatoes. Twenty-one-year-olds! Don’t you love them. They are just starting to form the opinions about life. And they are the smartest group of people on Earth! Just ask them!
I have never made mashed potatoes. I think I will call my mother and ask her how.
Oh, and incase you were wondering about the alkynes…