Some days I think I have this whole 'grown up' shit down to a tee and then other days it's pretty evident that I really don't.
Take this evening for example. I was given the pretty simple task of making mash potato for dinner. In the past I've always relied on Aunt Bessie's frozen mash but as I'm really working on making proper meals now (self care ya know) and the fact that I'm not 18 anymore meant that I was going to have a crack at it. After all, it's not fucking rocket science. Apparently.
Here is where I am just going to point out three things to you:
1. It's Monday. I don't function at anywhere near full capacity on a Monday.
2. I had just got in from work. On a Monday. In the Winter. I'm not a fan of Winter either.
3. It's Monday. I don't function at anywhere near full capacity on a Monday.
Now that's all clear, back to what I was saying...
I start off by washing the potatoes - that's always a good place to start, dirty little things. I then ring my Mum to ask her how she makes her mash (I always ring my Mum when I need advice) and she runs me through it and I re-think "that's pretty simple" so I start doing as she says. I chop a few up potatoes and plonk them in the pan full of cold water.
As I'm about to put the hob on I think back to my childhood and how much I used to hate the texture of potato peel when I had to put it in the bin (I always got the best jobs) and how nice it is that I don't have to do that job anymore.
Perks of being the adult.
And then it dawns on me.
I haven't had to put the gross slimy potato peel in the bin BECAUSE I HAVEN'T PEELED THEM.
So I ring my Mum back and double check.
"Do I absolutely HAVE to peel the potatoes??"
The laugh that cackles down the phone for the next five minutes says it all. The woman can barely speak from laughing.
So that's where I found myself this evening; scooping potatoes back out of the pan to peel them and then put all of that gross peel in the bin...feeling rather unaccomplished about my life.
The mash was bloody delicious though in the end.
Definitely worth the crisis of confidence.
SIDE NOTE: I made about four times the amount of mash we needed. Something about me using most of the bag of potatoes for just two of us. Monday's slay me.