Mashed Spuds with Grace!


I’m not sure how I found the A Southern Grace blog last year, but I can tell you that every post is mouth-watering-goodness, straight from Grace’s kitchen. Grace is a southern girl, living in upstate New York, who really, really, really, knows how to cook. So take a peek at her blog. I think you just might want to save it to your favorites!

I’m happy to introduce to you Grace, from A Southern Grace.


I’ve long been a fan of Sandy’s blog and her endless supply of entertaining tips, so I was thrilled when she asked if I’d like to do a guest post. She suggested that I try something a little different from my usual “all food, all the time” posting, so although I still focused on food, I tried to offer more of a personal slant in my writing for 4RE. Here goes:

If I had to pick one food that reminds me of my home and childhood, it would be mashed potatoes. Home, creamy home. Specifically, they make me think of lunches at my grandma’s house. Often she would be charged with preparing food for whoever happened to be working on the farm that day, and I helped out whenever I could.

We’re not talking sandwiches here, folks. We’re talking baked steaks or pork chops, along with cornbread and an assortment of sides, such as peas & dumplins, green beans or brown beans, corn on the cob or hominy, baked apples, fried squash, potatoes in white sauce or, my favorite, mashed po-tah-toes.


It always fell to me to take care of the mashed taters since I loved them so. I washed (guess what–they’re filthy when they come out of the ground!), peeled, sliced, cooked, flavored (butter, milk, salt, and pepper–our holy quartet for mashed potato goodness), and mashed (with an old-school masher, of course) ’em myself.

It didn’t take long for my grandpa to start calling me Tater, and he does so to this day. I think it gives him pleasure to see me enjoying a product that he took from start to (almost) finish. For wailing out loud, the man is 85 years old and he still goes out and plants, tends to, and digs up his potatoes–he’s darn proud of his crop, as he should be!

So that’s my history with mashed spuds. They’re never as good as they are when I’m sitting at my grandma’s table, surrounded by the folks I love. Never.

Grace and I would love to hear your favorite way to cook a “tater?”

28 comments on “Mashed Spuds with Grace!”

  1. my FAVORITE COMFORT FOOD is Mashed Taters :)

  2. Great story. Made me feel good inside reading it.

    My favorite thing to do with a potato is to make potato pancakes. I am Polish and they were always a fav at my house growing up.

  3. Mashed taters, my hubby's favorite side! Great post Grace!

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