My Granda (grandfather) came to visit for dinner yesterday. He’s 95 years young. I say young because I can only hope that I will have his energy and enthusiasm for life at his age. I wanted to treat him so I made a big dish of mashed potatoes flavoured with fresh Irish butter, milk and chives cut from my plant by the door, not forgetting a sprinkling of salt & pepper. It was light, fluffy, soft and matched the slices of roast chicken, homemade gravy and fresh vegetables perfectly. The only thing is I’m dreadful when it comes to portion sizes. Ask me to cook for our family and I,…