When I was a kid my mom insisted I follow weird household rules like not shoveling four cups of sugar on top of my Froot Loops, not painting the dog’s toenails, and not wearing my unmentionables over my clothes.
Such a control freak.
As an adult, when I asked her to explain herself, she conveniently claimed not to remember saying any of this.
But she also insisted I boil potatoes a persnickety way — which I still do, even though she’s not the boss of me.
She always told me to start potatoes in cold water, but even when I asked forty-leven million times — or perhaps because I asked forty-leven million times — she never explained why. Turns out, her instincts were right. Not just about ignoring my many and varied queries, but also regarding the spuds.
Potatoes are dense which means it takes longer for the inside temperature to match the outside. If you toss potatoes into boiling water, you’ll get spuds that are, ironically, both over- and under-cooked. Mushy outside, crunchy inside. But by starting them in cold water, their internal temp heats in tandem with the water, making perfect pertaters every time.
Still don’t believe her about the underwear thing, though.
What bizarre, Kafka-esque rules did YOUR mom have?