Nothing Like Homemade Boxed Mashed Potatoes

My sis-in-law, Gabrielle, and I have been best friends since middle school (our families go further back than that… I can explain some other time), and we often had sleepovers at each other’s houses. When she came to my house, we had a junk drawer filled with any Little Debbie snack you could want, amongst other delicious items, and we’d sit on the floor in my kitchen and eat… and eat… and eat. Her go-to was Star Crunch cookies, whereas I’d be all about the pre-made frozen cookie dough.

One of her favorite stories to tell is how my mother made us lunch one day. We were having chicken strips and mashed potatoes. Yum, right? Well, she thought so, until her mashed potatoes began running across her plate, soaking right into her chicken.

I have no recollection of this instance, and my guess is I just took my chicken and dipped it right into my runny taters and thought nothing out of the ordinary was happening, because this was a regular occurrence when Kristy Kooked.

I’m guessing Gabrielle, on the other hand, politely asked for a Star Crunch!

She’s going to love this photo from 2017 that I luckily snapped before she could remove the enchiladas from the wrapper and put on a regular plate to try and pretend she made them.

I haven’t told you the Hamburger Helper story yet. Or the meatloaf story.

She’s gonna kill me.

twss,

Kelsey