Mashed Potatoes Cartoon Novels & Stories

This one was a bit different as the outer skin wasn’t purple but dirty brown like normal potatoes, but after catching a whiff of the sweet smell, he was swayed immediately. ‘Darrion’s gonna like this,’ he thought with a smile. ‘I’ll buy that for us. And maybe, I can ask him something about Alex,’ he also thought. He immediately sauntered over to the cart, standing behind two little boys who were also waiting their turn. “Grandpa, we want to buy two sweet potatoes!” said the boy on the left. “Small ones, please, grandpa!” the boy on the right.

Vera said, unwrapping one of the potatoes. Steam rose from it, thick and warm, filling the shack with a smell so simple and impossible that every person in the room stopped moving. It smelled like hot earth, fire, salt, and comfort. The potato skin was slightly crisp, split open where the heat had broken it, and the inside was soft, golden, and fluffy enough that it almost fell apart when Vera pressed her thumb into it. After years of liquid packs, bitter supplements, recycled water, and food that tasted more like survival than life, that smell hit the room harder than any speech could have.

“What are these?” “Potatoes, just like you asked,” he replied innocently. I pointed to the bananas and marshmallows. “And this?” Pascha put everything on the cart. “Banana for Max. Marshmallow for me. I want to eat something sweet too.” I huffed, barely stopping myself from shoving him into the ice cream freezer. "Man, you’re such a damn kid." “I'm taller than any kid you know,” he retorted lightly. I snorted. “And more annoying than any kid I know.”

Despite knowing his men are keeping tabs on me, I no longer feel unnerved by it. Opening the bag, I revealed its contents: the familiar aroma of garlic bread wafted out, instantly tempting my taste buds. It's a favorite of mine, and I never tire of its savory goodness. Alongside it were two cups of milkshake, each boasting a different flavor. And then, the pièce de résistance: mashed potatoes and minced meat, a mouthwatering combination that promised to satisfy my hunger.

It was normal for the family to huddle in the kitchen and sit talking. “Mom, I think Jack’s going to have to eat mashed potatoes at supper.” Martin laughed as he thought of Jack’s misery. Beth raised her eyebrows. “Mira had made mashed potatoes and peas as well… but everyone was so greedy for the pheasant and mushroom, no one took a second helping.” Anne-Marie naturally took over the story giggling. “But you like mashed potatoes.” Beth looked at Anne-Marie with a mildly shocked expression. “I have changed my favorite food to that.” Anne-Marie lifted her chin haughtily and declared pointing at the mushrooms on the table.

The cashier, a happy looking girl with dyed blue hair and a Zelda t-shirt on, smiles at me as she rings me up. “Watcha makin’?” she asks. “Oh, it’s a pork-loin recipe,” I tell her, happy for the distraction from my own thoughts. “Sweet and spicy with pomme puree.” She nods and smiles but gives me an inquisitive look. “It’s like mashed potatoes,” I tell her. “Just…sounds fancier.” “Oh! I love mashed potatoes!” she laughs. “Not as good as French fries though! But if I eat too many more of them, they’ll be able to roll me down a hill!”

“Nope. My shift only starts at six and if I get there too early, I end up eating all my salary. Cesar might make the best desserts in the world, but Mrs. McGovern makes the best meatloaf in the world and her mashed potatoes are to die for.” “I love mashed potatoes. My grandma makes the best mashed potatoes. My daddy teases my mom because she can’t make mashed potatoes as good as grandma.” Suddenly the little girl realised what she said, and her bottom lip trembled. Despite Royal walking to her, she launched at Famke and started sobbing. “Oh, sweet pea,” she whispered and sat on the chair and hugged her, resting her cheek on the top of her hair and rocking her gently. “It’s okay to be sad.”

I made sure I had all ingredients in my fork. "Here comes your comment," I say shoveling the fork into my mouth. I yum the food as that creamy mashed potatoes and gravy melt in my mouth. I look at Alex who pinned his gaze on me waiting for answers. I have no words right now, those mashed potatoes really made my stomach joyful. I shovel in another bite of mashed potatoes with a slice of turkey. I really love Turkey, but these mashed potatoes are more appetizing and are remarkable, I love it. "Any comment, tell me what you think," Alex says

“What is that?” She glanced at him then down on the bowl. “Mashed potatoes.” She looked back at him. “It’s, like, the most common dish of all time. How come you don’t know it?” “Common?” Confusion flitted across his features. “That diarrhea-like feces look nothing like the lobsters, caviars, truffles or veal dishes I frequently partake in.” She shot him an irritated glance. “Just so you know, this diarrhea-like feces just touched your mouth a few minutes ago.”

"Seems like our childhoods were-" "Special?" I chuckled shaking my head, "I was gonna say shitty, but sure." "Here, try this." He took a spoon full of mashed potatoes, mixed with curry gravy. "I don't like gravy get that away from me," I said leaning back as the spoon came closer to my mouth.