Fig 1. Not an opiate. |
Anyway, in the course of this exciting culinary exercise, I discovered a crucial scientific distinction: that between the dish of stuffed potatoes and the dish of potatoes, stuffed.
Here's what I did: I took the whopper potato, and sliced it in half. I dug out the centre with a knife and spoon. I took care to leave a narrow wall of .... well, potato between the edge of the potato and the... er, hole in the potato. I chucked all the dug-out potato in a pot to make mash, and I put the two potato husks into another pot to boil them up and make them edible.
While all that was going on I prepared the filling of
When everything else was prepared, I looked into the pot of potato husks and saw that one husk was ready for the stuffing. The other, well, it was well and truly stuffed already.
And that, dear reader, is the difference between stuffed potatoes, and potatoes, stuffed.
In conclusion, don't bother with the potatoes. Try opiates instead.
UPDATE! - Guess which one of these is a potato! (Photo taken by the Baron).
7 comments:
Um, I always assumed you baked, or par boiled then baked,the potato first, then opened it to create the stuffing cavity. You went for attempted excavation of a raw potato? Brave, very brave.
[I speak as a person who has never stuffed a vegetable, however. It seems to me too unnatural, as if it should still be illegal in the south of America.
Having said that, have I mentioned before how I find it impossible not to be reminded of sex while eating okra? You have to eat it to understand.]
Um, I always assumed you baked, or par boiled then baked,the potato first, then opened it to create the stuffing cavity. You went for attempted excavation of a raw potato? Brave, very brave.
[I speak as a person who has never stuffed a vegetable, however. It seems to me too unnatural, as if it should still be illegal in the south of America.
Having said that, have I mentioned before how I find it impossible not to be reminded of sex while eating okra? You have to eat it to understand.]
Sorry, done my double comment thing again. Weird.
The potato was so big it would have taken ages to bake, and that would have heated up the house too much (we had a hot day coming). I did think about that method though. Honestly, scraping out the guts with a spoon worked a treat - partly because the centre had been nibbled on and turned to mush by beasties anyway....!
Erk.
Oh well, I guess you could have got the bit of meat your were yearning for that way.
Erk.
Oh well, I guess you could have got the bit of meat your were yearning for that way.
Yep. Yep.
(For the sake of brevity I have made two comments in response to both of yours but have condensed them into one.)
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