mashed red potatoes

A complete roast beef dinner, complete with two plates (with green beans and mashed potatoes and gravy), two glasses of red wine, and tiny cutlery. All food and plates made from polymer clay. Roasting pan, glasses, and cutlery were purchased online. The red wine was made with resin.

I figured out how to white balance my camera! :D It works beautifully with my new light box now. Plus now I have a photography corner set up in my craft room. Doesn’t sound too exciting, but it is for me!

I wanted to add some foods to my Etsy shop, but I’ve been editing pictures and listing some more of Alex Meiklejohn’s pottery since 10 am. I still have to clean, do dishes, finish dinner, and clean fish tanks before the day is over. Where can I go to get more hours in a day? >.<

Hopefully I’ll have the mini foods up tomorrow!

anonymous asked:

Siblings War

I have a lot of experience with this one, so hopefully this helps out!

• “They touched me!”

• There were piles of pillows and mattresses laid out in the doorways of their respective rooms.

• The scratch marks were visible all the way down their face, but YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE OTHER GUY.

• The arms race consisted of increasingly more complicated arrangements of toys and rubber bands.

• The rule was: when the parents got home, they called a truce.

• “EW, stop spitting in my ear!”

• “No fighting at the table.”

• And so, World War III started at that table in a flurry of mashed potatoes and red spaghetti sauce. 

• A pillow in the face is a lot less fun when you’re not expecting it. 

• It’s all fun and games until someone decides to bring the parents into it.

Please let me know if you need anything else!

So I was tinkering around in the kitchen and made these amaaazing mashed potatoes, I’m obsessed! 400 grams steamed Yukon gold and red potatoes mashed with garlic powder, ½ cup almond milk, 1 tbsp oil free hummus, ½ avocado, basil, oregano, 1 tbsp nutritional yeast, and frozen peas! So creamy and yummy

Bratwurst mit Sauerkraut und Kartoffelbrei. In Germany, Bratwurst recipes vary by region, even locality; sources list 40+ different varieties of Bratwurst alone - many of the best known originating in Franconia, Thuringia and adjacent areas. How they are served also varies, but most commonly they’re regarded as fast food snacks served with a Brötchen (bread roll) and mustard. As a pub dish, they’re often served with sauerkraut, red cabbage, mashed potatoes, or potato salad, sometimes with dark, crusty bread or a Brezel (pretzel). Bratwurst is a popular fast food in Germany, often cooked and sold by street vendors from small stands around town and this is how most Germans will have it - as a quick snack while out shopping around town.

Blown Away

Requested by Anonymous: Would you be able to do a Daryl x reader where it’s the Alexandria ‘welcome’ party and the reader is anxious about going but she decides to go and she looks AMAZING and the whole family compliments her but she leaves early and bumps into Daryl and he is blown away (but they aren’t together).

Blown Away

“C’mon, Y/N.” Maggie said, holding up a nice looking blouse and a hairbrush. “It’ll be fun.”

“Do I have to go, Mags?” You whine a little. Attending a party was the last thing you wanted to do that night; a bunch of people in a small space and the noise and the fact that lots of strangers were going to be asking you lots of random questions made your social anxiety level go through the roof. “Daryl isn’t going.” You point out.

“Daryl’s a party-pooper.” Maggie smirked. “It’s a good thing he’s not going.”

“That’s rude.” You say with a giggle. “I’m a party-pooper, too. So maybe I should just stay here.”

“No, you’re fun when you want to be.” Maggie started running the brush through your hair and you relent. There’s no arguing with her when she’s made up her mind. “And if I thought I could make Daryl do anything, I’d make him go, too.”

You huff and settle back against the chair while Maggie ran the brush through your tangled hair, smoothing it out and revealing soft, light brown locks that you thought you’d never see again.


You arrived at the party a little later than everyone else. You’d spent the last twenty minutes talking down your anxiety and trying to work up the nerve to walk down the street to your doom. Well, maybe the party wasn’t ‘doom’, but it was at least ‘potential disaster’. And even the potential of a social disaster on your end was enough to make you worry. Everything that could go wrong played scenes in your head one-by-one, each scenario ending with you getting kicked out of the community.

Finally, you steeled yourself in the mirror, whispered, “woman up, Y/N” and stomped determinedly over to the party. You knocked softly on the door, hoping that no one would hear it and you could just go home, but much to your dismay, Deanna opened it.

“C’mon in!” She smiled, ushering you inside where the rest of your family was making small talk with members of the community. “Let me get you something to drink.” She disappeared for a moment and returned with a healthy-sized glass of red wine. Perfect. Just what you needed.

“Wow, Y/N.” Michonne said. “You look amazing.”

You look down at your outfit; members of the community had loaned your group nice clothes for the evening, and you were wearing a black skirt that swished at your knees every time you moved and a light pink V-neck blouse that brought out the little bit of lipstick that Maggie had scrounged up for you. Your hair was braided down your back and your bangs fell softly against your forehead. You felt uncomfortable in the outfit, but at least the black ballet flats were comfortable. “Thank you.” You say quietly, trying to deflect the attention off of you by taking a large drink of your wine.

“So pretty.” Tara and Rosita purred, petting your hair and shoulders. Both were already a little drunk.

“You do look very nice.” Rick said, tipping his glass to you in a ‘cheers’ motion. “You clean up well.”

“You do, too.” You smile. “I miss the beard, though.”

“I don’t.” Rick started to laugh.

You spent the rest of the evening lurking against a wall and hoping no one would talk to you. A few women in the community did ask you about yourself, but your answers were short and they eventually left you alone. Another woman asked for your favorite meal; she was going to cook for each of the new members, which you thought was really kind of her. Your favorite meal was steak and garlic mashed red potatoes, but you didn’t want to burden her, so you said it was cheese pizza and she left you alone again.

After about an hour of blending into the wallpaper and drinking three glasses of red wine, you decided to take your leave. That was enough socializing for one evening. You said your goodbyes to your family and to Deanna and her husband before slipping out the front door.

The night air felt delicious in your lungs. It had been kind of hot and stuffy in the house, so stepping out into the cool Virginian evening instantly improved your mood. You walked cheerfully down the front steps and began making your way home in the dark. You were only halfway there, though, when you saw Daryl standing in the doorway to an open and brightly lit garage, his back to you and staring at something in front of him. You decide to join him, and walk slowly and quietly up the driveway. You were a little tipsy and the incline was harder than normal.

“Hey, double D.” You said, standing next to him in the entryway. You weren’t sure why you called him that; you’d never called him that before, but it felt right at the time, so you just shrug.

“Why–” He began to ask, but stopped when he turned and saw you. “Whoa.” He muttered.

“What?” You frantically look down to follow his line of sight, expecting to find a huge spider or something on your chest, but you looked normal. “Do I have something on me?” You ask, spinning and trying to see what he saw.

“No, no, you’re fine.” He says and you stop spinning.

“Then why’d you say ‘whoa’?” You ask, reaching out and grabbing his arm to steady yourself. Now you were really dizzy.

“Nuthin.” Daryl went over to the bike he was tinkering with. “Forget it.”

You shrug and follow him over to the bike. You hop up onto the seat and cross your legs, looking down to where he was crouched and playing with something mechanical near your feet. “The party wasn’t fun.” You smooth out your skirt. “You’re lucky you got to skip.” Daryl just grunted and moved your leg out of the way of whatever he was trying to fix. “You’re quiet.” You say. “Well, more quiet than normal.” Daryl didn’t say anything. “Why are you being weird?”

“You’re really pretty.” He mumbled, then stood and moved to crouch on the other side of the bike to try to casually hide behind your back.

You wouldn’t let him get away, though. You swung your legs over the back of the bike and faced him again. “What was that, Dixon?” You tease, digging the toe of your shoe into his shoulder.

“I said you look really pretty tonight.” He says, still not looking at you. “I’m a little blown away.”

You start to laugh, then hop down from your perch. “Thank you. That was very sweet of you.” You lean down and kiss him on the cheek before you start to walk out of the garage. “I’ll leave you to your work. Wouldn’t want to blow your mind too much and make you mess up.” Daryl snorts a laugh and you start to giggle before saying, “Goodnight,” and heading in the direction of home.


I finished the things I’d promised myself I’d finish before I write this, plus some extra stuff. Hurray for productivity! I need to work on a project this afternoon, but if I get a good chunk of that done, I’ll write and upload “A Piece of Me, Pt. 2″ tonight.

Happy finals, lovelies!

[Part Two]


Mashed Potato + Soup

I personally like to make big batches of stuff, but it can get really boring you know? so I maximize my time by planning out ways to repurpose the batches.

FOR EXAMPLE, here’s my delicious mashed potato soup. It’s easy and you can make it vegan in a snap!

Mashed Potatoes

  1. Red Potatoes (no need to peel)
  2.  Chicken or vegetable stock
  3. Salt
  4. Pepper
  5. Dried parsley
  6. Milk (coconut is fine, but make sure you buy the thick kind for cooking!)
  7. Butter OR olive oil

Quarter the potatoes. Pour the stock into a pot with the potatoes. Bring to a boil and keep boiling until soft. I set a timer at 15 minute intervals and check them for softness. Poke them with a fork; if they crumble easily, they’re ready!

Take them out and drain the water. You can mash them now in the pot itself. I use a metal mixing bowl and a big wooden spoon, because I don’t mind small chunks in my mashed taters. You can use forks or a potato masher. 

During mashing, add the rest of the ingredients (3 - 7) to taste. If you’re using butter, it should melt easily in the hot potatoes! Be careful not to add too much of anything!

Separate the mash into meal portions and your soup portions. I just put them into 2 separate tupperwares. You can stick both of them in the fridge, where they’ll last for 3-4 days. When you want delicious mashed potatoes, scoop yourself a bowl and microwave it with a little sprinkle of water. Make sure you microwave in short bursts, stirring between bursts. 

Now here’s the fun part: Mashed Potato Soup! Here’s a mushroom and onion version:

Mushroom Mashed Potato Soup

  1. Diced yellow onions
  2. Sliced white mushrooms (you need approx 2x the volume of the onions, because shrooms shrink)
  3. Minced garlic (I use the kind in a jar, because I don’t have the visual acuity to mince them myself)
  4. Chicken or vegetable stock
  5. Salt
  6. Pepper
  7. Butter OR olive oil
  8. Mashed taters!

Melt the butter or heat up the oil over high heat in a pot. Saute the onions until they’re brown along the edges.

Add salt and pepper now, to bring out the flavors. This step doesn’t take long, just give the pot a good stir.

Add the mushrooms and a tiny amount of stock, because the mushrooms will absorb lots of liquid. Saute until the shrooms get soft. 

Add the garlic. You’re adding this last because garlic burns easily.

Mix it all together, and then add the stock until it JUST covers the onions and mushrooms. Bring to a boil.

Add a scoop of mashed potatoes and stir gently. I personally add the taters scoop by scoop, because this soup can get too thick easily. Mash the potato with your big wooden spoon into the soup and stir well. And then you’re done! 

And here’s the tomato version:

Tomato Mashed Potato Soup

  1. Diced yellow onions
  2. Minced garlic
  3. Basil
  4. Oregano
  5. Olive oil
  6. Salt
  7. Can of tomato sauce

Heat up the oil over high heat in a pot. Saute the onions until brown along the edges. 

Add the garlic and stir well.

Pour the tomato sauce into the pot and stir well. Pour in a cup of water. Stir again and bring to a boil.

As before, stir in the potatoes scoop by scoop until you have the consistency you want. Stir well to make everything nice and smooth.

Add the basil, oregano and salt last, to suit your taste.

And that’s it!


Yesterday emptied me out in the best way possible, through purposeful physical activity. I was already fairly well drained from the previous day’s migraine fiasco, and that night’s sleep debacle. By the time I got home from work, I could only think of watching the clock for when I would be able to get into my side sleeping position on my new <strike>boyfriend</strike> mattress and hopefully wake in the same position eight hours later. 

I love working in a restaurant kitchen. I mean, I truly find it satisfying on almost every level (cash flow is a problem, but whatever, I’ll figure that out as I go along). With any job I’ve had there’s always a list of things that has to be accomplished, but with any other job I’ve fallen quickly into a state of boredom and procrastination, leaving things to the very last minute because they became such odious tasks due to the chain of command approval system that allowed idiots to revise my work to the point I wouldn’t want anyone to know it originated with me.

I spent all of my time in a cubicle under fluorescent lights with a constant river of unhappy people flowing into my space to complain because I’m a good listener and reflector. I made such good money doing that work, but at the cost of my self-worth and creative energy. I now realize just how very depressed I became.

Here I haven’t found myself wanting to procrastinate anything, even with the repetitive nature of the tasks. Make two buckets of pico, a bucket of corn salsa, slice open and scoop a case of avocados to make one bucket  of guacamole with enough for the line and portions, a small bucket of pineapple salsa, fajita veggies, fresh jalapeños and cilantro chopped for the line. Prep specials for the week - slice brussels sprouts, cube the roasted winter veggie mix, sauté the coriander onions for the sweet potatoes, peel the skins off of the steaming hot sweets, mash the red skinned potatoes with salt and pepper, portion out both, along with the pinto and black beans. Then it’s sauces and I’m at the VitaMix for a bit - citrus cilantro, habanero, cilantro juice for the rice and other dishes, chipotle mayo, Diane sauce, blended garlic for whatever. In between do dishes, at the end scrub out all of the coolers. 

Every Monday is similar, and I know that once I am in there daily, it will be the same and maybe I will get a little bored, but not in the same way. I love  having this pile of materials to work with, break it down, turn it into something delicious and move on to the next task. The day goes so quickly. We listen to great music, talk about anything and everything, or just work in silence. Run up and down the basement steps with heavy boxes. Suddenly it’s time to clock out, and I can go home and shower the garlic stank off of me. 

Meanwhile, I get to converse about the operations aspects and think about that in terms of opening my cafe. I’m still not 100% sure this is what I want to bite off in likely my 50th year, when most people are thinking about easing out of the work force, but I’m very interested the idea and the lifestyle. We shall see. Meanwhile, I’m learning a lot, and enjoying the process. And sleeping so very deeply on Monday nights. 

The Meeting

Didnt made even a hour that Kevin felt being himself back again… if it was really him who ‘came back’- . Before he could silenty discuss his sanity again his eyes explored its surroundings, where was he? Familiar, yet new, in his deeps he knew where he was and who was the owner of this house. Kevin moved around slowly, one hand always touching the wall like if he were waiting for his body to tremble and collapse on the floor, all because of the fear constantly making his legs weak. But fear and Kevin were good friends already, there is no way he could fail to it.

He stopped near an open door, smell of blood penetrating his nose, curious he tilted his head enough to give a peek inside the room. The source of the smell, an small yellow chair stained with blood and something that looked like red mashed potatos, but Kevin was sure it wasnt mashed potatos lets just pretend it was because of the children.

Breathing irregularly he looked away, behind him, and for his surprise there was a man standing not very far away looking at him, The Stranger had a familiar face and a tired expression that turned into a surprised one as soon as their eyes meet. Before one of them could say something Kevin ran away, to a room where he could lock himself in.

He felt that nothing pleasant would come from that man.