Tonight I did not have rice for dinner. Not even rice noodles. I had mashed potatoes, the American version of rice. The mashed potatoes came from a little packet of powder which turned into a pot full of creamy buttery goodness. Similar to rice, two cups of dry rice in the rice cooker turns into a pot full of steamy rice. The mashed potatoes had such a unique texture, my mother described it as ice cream but warm. It certainly did have the texture of ice cream. The potatoes had the creamy feeling of vanilla ice cream, with grainy texture like the tiny ice particles in ice cream. Mashed potatoes are so good, but just like rice I would definitely be sick of it if I have it too often meal. Another step closer to being American.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY