Anim8rFSK wrote:

>> Sandra introduces her next konkoction by announcing "And now for the yummy
>> vegetables!" as we suddenly cut to a shot of a pan of bacon swimming in
>> grease. She tries to make a version of that nasty green bean casserole
>> everyone makes but adds peas, onions, bacon, and a packet of garlic herb
>> seasoning and gives this concoction an incredibly long name, "garlic herb
>> french green bean and early pea casserole". SLop tells us to use tongs to
>> toss
>> the casserole because the peas would get mushed if you used a spoon or fork.
>> Only if you tried to, moron.
>
> Hell, she didn't even manage to mash potatoes.

And that in spite of her typical instructions, to wit:

What I want you to do is just come in here with your (pertinent
implement) and ...

-or-

All you have to do is just come in here with your (pertinent implement)
and ...

-or-

What I want you to do is just take your (pertinent implement) and ...

-or-

You get the picture.

How on earth would we manage if she stopped telling us to just come in here?


> If I had sat down at the table, I'd have looked around and asked if
> there were any mashed pototaes, because I'd have never recognized that
> mess she made for what it was supposed to be.

After a year of perusing gourmet magazines and attending some of the
local hoity toity eateries that the natives tend to mistake high end
restaurants, my sister in law announced this year that she would be
serving "restaurant style" *smashed potatoes* instead of mashed potatoes
with dinner this Thanksgiving.

We revolted loudly. We triumphed. I'm sorry about her feelings, but
smashed potatoes doesn't even pass for rustic fare -- just reflection of
our gullibility.