Oh, hi! Nice to see you. Let me just finish up these dishes from 1975.
I don't know what I loved more, doing the dishes at my grandparents' house, or wearing that dress. Difficult to say. That wallpaper certainly brings back memories. Remember a couple of weeks ago when I told you I had a story about baked potatoes? Of course you do, and that reason alone may be why you've come back. Well, today is the day!
When I was a kid, my grandmother had a special way of making baked potatoes. I assumed she had gotten her potato hardware from a fancy chef supply store.
It wasn't until decades later that I realized these were just nails, as opposed to potato nails. Sigh...like seeing Oz behind the curtain. I can't say that I remember the potatoes being cooked any better than what I have achieved without a trip to Home Depot. I do remember there being a brown spot through the well-cooked middle, thanks to the hot metal, of each potato. I probably moved that around my plate for awhile.
Truth be told, I have never really had a difficult time getting my baked potato centers to the desired doneness. Of course now that I am in possession of these high quality kitchen tools, some experimenting is called for. Must add sour cream to the grocery list!