Come for the turkey; stay for the potatoes (and The Potato Song)

For lots of folks, the Thanksgiving feast is all about the main dish, the turkey. Now, don’t get us wrong — we love turkey, too!

But, when we let our minds wander to the dishes and platters on the Thanksgiving buffet, we think about which foods we’ll make extra room on our plates for.  And the food we always make extra room for on our plate is, every year, without fail, the mashed potatoes.

Truffled, cheesy, herbed, pesto, or just sprinkled with salt and your favorite pepper, mashed potatoes are hearty and filling.

And even though they are delicious by themselves, mashed potatoes make a great base upon which to build an infinite variety of tastes, to pair (or contrast) with a wide range of other flavorful main courses and side dishes.

The potato song. Finally, every year around this time, we remember the special song you must sing while you make your Thanksgiving mashed potatoes. We first heard it over twenty years ago on public radio.

We still haven’t learned all the words of the verses (although they are catchy and clever!), but the chorus is easy to learn: you just say the word POTATO over and over again (but don’t forget to switch the accents on the syllables as you go).

Sing along with us, won’t you?

They’re red, they’re white, they’re brown
They get that way underground
There can’t be much to do
So now they have blue ones too.

We don’t care what they look like, we’ll eat them
Any way they can fit on our plate
Any way we can conjure to heat them
We’re delighted to think they’re just great.

PotaTo potaTo potaTo Po
tato Potato Potato Pota
to PoTato poTato poTato
PotaTo potaTo potaTo

Sometimes you ditch the skin
To eat what it’s holding in
Sometimes you’d rather, please,
Have just the outside with chease.

They have eyes but they do not have faces
I don’t know if their feeling get hurt
By just hanging around in dark places
Where they only can stare at the dirt.

PotaTo potaTo potaTo Po
tato Potato Potato Pota
to PoTato poTato poTato
PotaTo potaTo potaTo

I guess the use is scant
For other parts of the plant
But that which grows in view
Is eating potato too.

I imagine them under their acres
Out in Idaho or up in Maine
They’ll be wondering if they’ll be bakers
Or new, deep-fried, boiled or plain.

PotaTo potaTo potaTo Po
tato Potato Potato Pota
to PoTato poTato poTato PotaTo
potaTo PotaTo potaTo
PotaTo potaTo potaTo.