My mother-in-law was the Best. Cook. Ever. Mashed potatoes were a staple at each meal. Creamy, fluffy, butter filled scrumptiousness. But try as I might I never could replicate the texture or flavor of her mashed potatoes. Epic fail. Every time.
One day when grocery shopping I dropped some Idahoan Mashed Potatoes into my grocery cart. I sneakily made them one night to accompany a roast.