I was traveling with my son and we stopped at a little out of the way diner for breakfast. I ordered oatmeal like a good mushies girl should but then "that other voice" convinced me that hashbrowns could sorta maybe if I reaaaalllly wanted them to. . . pass for a mushie. Three bites of the hashbrowns and holy freaken' cow, I was in so much pain!!! I couldn't even swallow my own spit. After getting up and down and down and up AND after watching my 13 year old eat his breakfast and mine, we got out of there. Before we could get out of town, I had to stop the van because here came those hashbrowns! I think it was probably the grease in them, but I am a believer, no greasy stuff for me anymore.