When I was growing up, my parents always made mashed potatoes from flakes.... ugh! It was such a treat to go to our grandparents house on holidays. Grandpa made his potatoes by hand with his special recipe that no one else has been able to match. I made it a point to help him get the potatoes ready for big dinners until I learned his recipe by heart. A few years ago, I volunteered to make them for my in-laws' Thanksgiving party. Word spread... and now I'm the designated potato maker for EVERY function on BOTH sides of the family. It's okay though... it's an honor... and I can't get enough of them myself!