Mashed Potatoes

I sliced and gouged the eyes out of all ten pounds of potatoes and then cubed them and steamed them in my army crock pot while I looped the 'hood with Lily. When my neighbor Thalia wanted to chat I said I've got potatoes boiling, I have to go home, and she understood. When I came back and they were perfectly done. I smashed some in a bowl with a fork and some Smart Margarine (opposed to stupid margarine) and fried a fresh egg that Jamie my mail lady gave me from her backyard free range chickens. The egg was so delicious and had a deep orange yolk. I am still wishing I could have my own Jersey cows a few chickens, sheep and goats and live walking distance from the city library and post office.