I think careful cooking and prep is key here. I use Idaho Burbank Russets when I can find them. . .
I make sure to cut the tatties into chunks as uniform in thickness as I can. They are then brought to a boil and I test with the tip of a sharp knife to make sure I get the potatoes at the "just right" stage: the point where the tip of the knife slips in easily and as it is inserted into the center of the potatoe piece, the piece splits with just a little resistance. I immediately yank the pot, drain (saving liquid for gravy or flower watering), return to heat to briefly dry out the pan. Then I mash twice (for the smoothest texture), the first time with masher with standard cross hatching to break the spuds up and then with a masher with smaller holes (antique, wooden-handled with chevron perforations). I add the butter then, melt and beat it in then I add salt and milk (in that order) and whip the bejeesus out of them with an elecrtic hand mixer. I cover and wrap with a towel or two if they need to sit a little before dinner is ready.
After doing this for almost all family functions and regularly for home mashed potatoes for nearly 20 years, the hubby-type-person told me recently that he likes "lumpy potatoes."
( . . . sigh . . . )
I make sure to cut the tatties into chunks as uniform in thickness as I can. They are then brought to a boil and I test with the tip of a sharp knife to make sure I get the potatoes at the "just right" stage: the point where the tip of the knife slips in easily and as it is inserted into the center of the potatoe piece, the piece splits with just a little resistance. I immediately yank the pot, drain (saving liquid for gravy or flower watering), return to heat to briefly dry out the pan. Then I mash twice (for the smoothest texture), the first time with masher with standard cross hatching to break the spuds up and then with a masher with smaller holes (antique, wooden-handled with chevron perforations). I add the butter then, melt and beat it in then I add salt and milk (in that order) and whip the bejeesus out of them with an elecrtic hand mixer. I cover and wrap with a towel or two if they need to sit a little before dinner is ready.
After doing this for almost all family functions and regularly for home mashed potatoes for nearly 20 years, the hubby-type-person told me recently that he likes "lumpy potatoes."
( . . . sigh . . . )