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Mashed potato

My friend's mom says buhtayduh. From Boston, no less. Friend can't take it anymore so he goes, "Mom. How many b's in the word potato?"


behold the bigness of it all

avocado
roasted chicken
small russet-type potatoes

which lets me play with my 14th most favoritist tool -- the squisher.



With interchangeable squishing discs.

Actually, a ricer because squasher or smasher or crusher or squeezer, or extruder, press, cell structure denature-er, starch cell rupturer, all are insufficiently eloquent, but how they get ricer is beyond me, the resulting mash in no way resembles rice.

It's more like worms.

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