Dear mashed potatoes,

Now don't get me wrong, I love you. A lot. You're extremely tasty, and a lot of the time I will order you as a side item from numerous restaurants. But I cannot survive off of you alone; however, since my painful oral surgery, that is what I have been doing. 

There is only one solution: you must start healing my wounds with your magic potato powers. If you do not engage in the cure very soon, then we most certainly will never speak to each other again once I am able to masticate properly.

Love,

That girl who really just wants to be able to eat the cookies she baked