If regular mashed potatoes are a soft blanket, these are the soft blanket after you light a candle and suddenly have your life together. They are creamy, savory, and quietly bold, thanks to browned butter, garlic, and a handful of herbs that lean earthy instead of loud.
These are the potatoes I make when I want comfort food that still has a point of view. The kind you serve with a roast chicken, a weeknight meatloaf, or a pile of mushrooms and call it dinner. The best part is that nothing here is fussy. We just build flavor in smart little steps, taste as we go, and land on a bowl of cozy that actually tastes like something.





