The Reason Behind Not Boiling Mashed Potatoes in Water

Mashed potatoes, a family favorite that my kids request almost daily, have become a staple in our home. While I try to incorporate more vegetables into their diet, my family’s love for mashed potatoes remains strong, including my husband’s.

On a quest for new culinary inspiration on Instagram and TikTok, I discovered a tip from TikToker Jourdyn (@jeauxp) suggesting the use of chicken stock. Intrigued, I followed Jourdyn’s method of boiling potatoes with their skins on in a chicken stock-water mixture. The result was a surprisingly rich umami flavor and a rustic texture. Encouraged by this success, I experimented further, adding sour cream and chives, which enhanced both flavor and presentation. This TikTok-inspired cooking journey has not only elevated my mashed potatoes but also broadened my culinary skills with other hacks like using nutmeg in spinach or bread to soften brown sugar. So, next time you make mashed potatoes, consider these unconventional twists from TikTok to discover your next favorite recipe!

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