Clarissa's Blog

I’m making surf and turf for dinner tonight. I splurged on very good steak and large shrimp. We also have locally grown fresh produce for a salad. But I don’t want any of it. All I want is to lick the pot with the mashed potatoes that I made for Klara.

And she doesn’t even like the mashed potatoes that much.

The struggle is real. Mashed potatoes to me are like bourbon to an alcoholic.