Back during my early 20’s, I was broke, “feed the cat or feed myself” broke. One afternoon, a close friend of mine named Phil, who was also in a similar boat, messaged me about making dinner together. The idea was great, but as we went through the lists of our collective pantries, the execution looked bleak. Between us we had potatoes, cream cheese, cheddar cheese, bacon, spices, and dried seasonings. What we ended up doing with those ingredients led us to make the rule that we could not cook together without adult supervision. During that adventure, I learned that potatoes…
