You’ve heard of Engagement Chicken. Well, these are the potatoes you must serve alongside this famed bird to ensure that your engagement does in fact result in a wedding and subsequent marriage. How do I know? Well, it’s working for me. In fact, it is about to work for me for the second time. Say what? That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, I have roped in not just one, but two eligible bachelors with these incredible Marriage Mashies. Along with my wide array of cooking expertise, charming nature, enchanting wit, and irresistible eyes, of course. You may not have the whole package like I do, but now you have one of my secret weapons.
The way to a man’s heart is indeed through his stomach. We don’t bow to the patriarchy here on Daisy At Home, so I say the way to anyone’s heart is truly through their stomach. If it isn’t, then they’re probably not worth marrying. Forget about all those silly elements like emotions, respect, support, and affection. Food is where it’s at. Make him (or her) swoon and beg for more. Bring your A-game to the table and feed your lover (or soon to be lover) something full of fat and carbs and salt. Yeah baby.
There isn’t anything revolutionary in these Marriage Mashies. This is the recipe I have been making ever since I became serious about cooking well. Jon and I started cooking together when we got engaged. Then I took over the cooking duties full time and mashed potatoes made a regular appearance. People started requesting them at holidays and family gatherings. Now David makes sure that I am signed up for potatoes any time we partake in a potluck. David loves these so much that he has eaten the leftovers two days in a row. This has nothing to do with the bare state of our refrigerator and everything to do with the wonder of my culinary skill.
David jokes that I never use recipes, so to prove him wrong one month before we say “I do” (because that’s what marriage is all about), I took the time to weigh and measure all my ingredients while making this fluffy pile of yum. We will be serving these potatoes at our wedding reception and I’m a little nervous that we’ll accidentally create a polyamorous union that night because none of our guests will want to leave us after tasting what we have to offer.