We’re a solid week past April Fools at this point, but it’s possible a bizarre prankster came up with an idea that was too good to save for an entire year: Earlier this week, residents in the Belhaven neighborhood of Jackson, Mississippi, reportedly found Styrofoam bowls of mashed potatoes randomly placed around the area — and no
I love Waffle House. I love that it is open 24 hours. I love that, no matter where you go, you can be assured that the menu will be the same. I love that you really have to work hard to spend $20 on breakfast for two, and that during natural disasters FEMA uses the Waffle House as a scale of how bad things are. (A closed Waffle House means it is really, really bad.)
In my family, there is a magic glass casserole dish. Its reddish/brown color and delicate ribs bring both an intense joy and a deep sense of dread. In this magic pan, my aunt makes her scalloped potatoes and while you will be the luckiest dinner guest ever should you walk into her kitchen and it be resting, bubbling out of the lid, on her perfect granite counters, you will also simultaneously fear being the sucker who has to clean the damn thing. #worthit
The other day, I pulled together a collection of our 60 favorite fall pastas for you lovely readers. As I debated which dishes to include, I found myself questioining: Wait, is gnocchi pasta?
I always considered it a pasta because A.) it looks like pasta and is served similarely B.) it’s usually listed near pasta dishes on menus. But if something walks like a duck and talks like a duck, is it actually a duck? Turns out, the answer is no.
Look, I screwed up the sweet potato hash. It still tasted great, but it was much more of a chunky mash than something that most people would recognize as a hash. Like, if you were served it in a bougie restaurant you might be all, hey, I actually ordered the sweet potato hash, not whatever this is.