Mashed potatoes

Mashed potatoes is (or are) my favorite starch dish.

During late-season skiing, I have encountered ice in the morning and mashed potatoes in the afternoon.

The Eastern ski tribe could confidently expect much ice underfoot while the Western contingent could expect much mashed potatoes around the ankles.

I climbed back through the bottomless mashed potatoes as quickly as I could, relieved to see that his ski was off, with his foot pointing in a normal direction— not the skis’.