Why I Made This Today
Today, I peeled potatoes at 7 a.m. because I woke up craving the scent of butter melting into warm cabbage. Not a fancy thing, just something I grew up eating, but feeling that nostalgic whisper right now. It hit me—when kids leave home, it’s funny how food becomes a bridge to those quiet memories, not just nourishment. I made a batch of colcannon, watching the steam swirl up like an old photograph trying to come back. The texture’s weird — creamy but not dense, with bits of fluffy potato, crunchy kale, and a punchy hit of leeks. This isn’t trendy or flashy. It’s a humble reminder that comfort can change with age, but the urge to find it in simple things doesn’t. It’s weird how a bowl of mashed potatoes with greens can feel so full of stories. Or maybe I just need more sleep.

Colcannon
Ingredients
Equipment
Method
- Place the peeled, chunked potatoes into a large pot and cover with cold water. Bring to a boil over high heat and cook until the potatoes are tender when pierced with a fork, about 15 minutes.
- While potatoes cook, heat a frying pan over medium heat. Add 1 tablespoon of butter, and sauté sliced leeks until translucent and fragrant, about 5 minutes. Add chopped greens and cook until wilted and tender, another 5 minutes. Remove from heat.
- Drain the cooked potatoes and return them to the hot pot. Mash the potatoes with a masher or fork until smooth and fluffy.
- Stir in the sautéed leeks and greens into the mashed potatoes. Pour warm milk and add 2 tablespoons of butter, stirring until the mixture is creamy and well combined. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
- Transfer the colcannon to a serving dish. Garnish with extra melted butter if desired, and serve hot, showing a textured, creamy mash with bits of greens throughout.
Sometimes I wonder if the simplest food carries the loudest memories. Like this thing I grew up scooping up with bread. No bells or whistles, just childhood on a plate. And that’s enough for now.

Hi there! I’m Elias Carter, the foodie and recipe creator behind Dramatically Stirring.
Food has always been my love language. Growing up in the heart of North Carolina, I spent countless hours in the kitchen with my grandmother, learning how a simple meal could tell a story, bring people together, and stir up emotions far beyond taste. That’s the spirit behind this blog — food that isn’t just cooked, but dramatically stirring.