I need a name for what I have just done..

[seeker]

Prompted by Delia, I actually bought some Aunt Bessie frozen mashed potato. It was OK - far too salty for out taste but OK. It was, however, seriously fab to be able to count out the discs, and microwave exactly the right amount and have it on the table in 5 minutes. So at the weekend, I did a huge pot of mash, sheped it into Aunt bessie sized discs and froze it. I now have in my freezer several bags of home made from scratch convenience food. I need a name for this Anti-Delia process!

Cooking?

Madness?

Cheating for real cooks?

You are truly a Do-mash-tic Goddess!!

Aunt Seekers Spud Pies?

Tastes-like-crap-but-will-do-if-i'm-pushed-for-time?
Not very catchy!

Who wants to seek-a spud muffin?

It is called cooking-for-the-freezer, it was invented in the 60's and women of our parents generation were very good at it as ready meals were in their infancy. It is very sensible, well done

But isn't mash really quick to do anyway or am I missing something here?

Home economics?

My brother suggested "cooking for the freezer" When I rejected this, he suggested "Forethought"

Slow food fast.

If you really wanted to embrace your inner 50s housewife, you should pipe the mash into pretty swirld - discs is so slutty.

Well, takes 25 minutes to do, but, taking disc out freezer, and stick in micro et voila.

Saves having to peel, chop, rinse then wait for spuds to boil. Then drain and then mash.

Helpful for those of us who can't be arsed

Mash is quick - 35 minutes or so - not including the washing up. BUT tonight, sausages in the pan, seeker's frozen mash frisbees and some peas in the microwave - dinner from a standing start 15 minutes, and 1 pan and two bowls to wash up.

And next time I will pipe swirls - while wearing my Cath Kitson apron!

Yes, and be sure to wear Cath Kidston pinny over your best lemon cashmere twinset, a small string of pears and a miniscule droplet (thin post war frugality) of Arpege de Lanvin. How will you wear your hair for your swirl piping?

Oh, I think definitely "up". A French pleat, probably. Then, after we have eaten the delicious frozen mash, and I have washed up and put the children to bed, I can go and sit on the arm of dp's chair as he reads the paper, and let my hair down in an alluring manner. So long as he's not too tired from business, that is. If he is, I will leave my hair up, and bring him a small whiskey to drink while I run his bath and turn down the bed.

Seeker - Luckily for you, I don't think blow jobs were invented until 1963.

Between the Chatterly trials and the Beatles first LP, wasn't it?

Around then, yes. Terrible business.

I never think of mash as being quick. I definitely don't have time to do it when I get in from work.

old-fash mash in a dash

Is 'mash' street-talk for blow job?

swedes/seeker.....ROFL.

Thanks, i very needed that!