MASHED

I had a daily tradition in high school of finishing my lunch then going back through the line and buying mashed potatoes. Those of you who sat with me at lunch in high school can vouch that this happened. Such tradition should tell you two things about me:

1. I had a wicked metabolism;
2. I love mashed potatoes.

Now, these weren't even real potatoes. I know, because I asked the lunch lady what brand of instant potatoes they were so I could make them when I when off to college. Ha.

If I still had the body and that aforementioned metabolism that I had at 17, I would be all over this new machine they are rolling out at 7-Elevens: a mashed potato vending machine:

Right there next to the Big Gulps, you can plunk down a cup and get some instant, buttery, gravy-laden goodness for the road and it'll only set you back $1. I think that's close to what Mrs. Stubbs charged for hers.

Someone try this out and let me know how it is!