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Biting my tongue!

Tim On this board

My friend Susan is the genius. I just know it when I see it.

Mary

Apologies in advance:

Okay, here goes... One night, the Potato family sat down to dinner--Mother Potato and her three daughters. Midway through the meal, the eldest daughter spoke up. "Mother Potato?" she said. "I have an announcement to make." "And what might that be?" said Mother, seeing the obvious excitement in her eldest daughter's eyes. "Well," replied the daughter, with a proud but sheepish grin, "I'm getting married!" The other daughters squealed with surprise as Mother Potato exclaimed, "Married! That's wonderful! And who are you marrying, Eldest daughter?" "I'm marrying a Russet!" "A Russet!" replied Mother Potato with pride. "Oh, a Russet is a fine tater, a fine tater indeed!" As the family shared in the eldest daughter's joy, the middle daughter spoke up. "Mother? I, too, have an announcement." "And what might that be?" encouraged Mother Potato. Not knowing quite how to begin, the middle daughter paused, then said with conviction, "I, too, am getting married!" "You, too!" Mother Potato said with joy. "That's wonderful! Twice the good news in one evening! And who are you marrying, Middle Daughter?" "I'm marrying an Idaho!" beamed the middle daughter. "An Idaho!" said Mother Potato with joy. "Oh, an Idaho is a fine tater, a fine tater indeed!" Once again, the room came alive with laughter and excited plan for the future, when the youngest Potato daughter interrupted. "Mother? Mother Potato? Um, I, too, have an announcement to make." "Yes?" said Mother Potato with great anticipation. "Well," began t he youngest Potato daughter with the same sheepish grin as her eldest sister before her, "I hope this doesn't come as a shock to you, but I am getting married, as well!" "Really?" said Mother Potato with sincere excitement. "All of my lovely daughters married! What wonderful news! And who, pray tell, are you marrying, Youngest Daughter?" "I'm marrying Dan Rather!" "DAN RATHER?!" Mother Potato scowled suddenly. "But he's just a common tater!"

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I'd been ignoring this thread because I didn't care about mashed potatoes. I should have known that it had nothing to do with mashed potatoes.

And in answer to the subject line:

"Both hands, cupped. Wear insulated rubber gloves."

OMG....I just read the last two pages of this thread and have to clean up my computer screen.
Thanks for the great laugh, guys.
Ilene

Great info and now I'm keeping my eye out for used crock pots here, just so I can hold potatoes and such at temperature. Of course I still have the water bath coming, so that will work too with a couple of half size hotel pans.

This would have been great for the Thanksgiving day party we were cooking for, but the wife unit (joke) came down with mumps and we have pulled out of cooking or attending. To bad, I was looking forward to doing the brine for the Turkey. But it is okay, the turkey they brought me was already "brined" so I was going to be deprived of my experimenting regardless.

That said, I will use my recently repaired potato ricer and hold the spuds at an upcoming party in December my wife is hosting (when she no longer resembles a chipmunk). Thanks Tim for asking this and for all the answers.