As I have shared on numerous occasions previously (here and here, for example) I am not a fan of potatoes. But, because the F loves them so much, I try to make them from time to time. I tried these parmesan potato puffs and didn't loathe them as strongly as I typically loathe potatoes (which is saying something) and the F liked them. That is potato success.
As all potato puffs do (or so I've been led to believe), this recipe starts off with mashed potatoes. Mine were leftover and garlic-laced, which I thought would give a nice depth of flavor to the puffs (I was, of course, correct).
Because I knew I'd be trying the puffs, I knew they needed to be extra cheesy, so I added an extra . . . oh . . . 1/3 of a cup of cheese (I used a combination of sharp cheddar and parmesan).
Despite excessive buttering, they were a little difficult to get out of the muffin pan (and I apologize for the terrible picture). We had our puffs with steak, broccoli, and spinach salad, and they weren't terrible! I wouldn't go out of my way to make them a part of my diet, but for a potato, not bad. If you like potatoes, however, I'm sure you'd be whistling a different tune than I!
Speaking of people who whistle different tunes, the F and I seem to live on different fashion planets. To celebrate my new job, I bought these:
Dolce Vita via Saks
When I placed these beauties upon my feet, the F informed me that, prior to our fabulous years together, he had never seen anybody wear a wedge. WHAT?! How could that be possible? On what fashion planet does one live where nary a wedge is to be found? I can hardly talk about it, I find it so upsetting. If you are aware, peeps, of a place in this great nation where wedges are nonexistent, please share this post and spread the wedge-love. I can't handle knowing that wedge-free universes exist.