gathering days…eighty three
“I made ‘em with half and half.” He looked so pleased.
The mashed potatoes? Why?
“There wasn’t any milk, just that white water.”
“1/2 percent milk. Whoever heard of 1/2 percent milk?”
A lot of people, but that was beside the point. I looked at the potatoes in the bowl. Half and half.
No wonder they were so good.