I had smashed potatoes today

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And I dipped them into barbeque sauce. It was so delicious. It's not a typo. Smashed potatoes at the dining hall are healthier than mashed potatoes because they have less fat. Mashed potatoes here have so much butter (UNFORTUNATELY)!

I ALSO HAD BERRIES!

It was a good day

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