I destroyed a saucepan over the weekend. I left it on the stove too long and the adhesive that held the copper base on turned to gas, expanded and basically exploded the whole saucepan. So today, I bought another. It's not as good as the one I broke, but it does the job.
So I broke it in with mashed potatoes. Mum used to always make us mashed potatoes. Her meals were never fancy, not always the most tastey, but they were reliable and filling. For a while during one of the droughts in the eighties we had those awful goddamn 'pasta and sauce' things for our starch. Can't eat them anymore. But when potato prices came back down it was mashed potatoes again.
Tonight when I was cooking them they overboiled. The starch burnt on the burners and goddamn if I wasn't back home waiting for dinner. The smell was exactly like mum's kitchen.