How strange it is to be anything at all.
tonight we are having a baked potato with everything you can think of night for one of my roommate’s birthday.
mine will have: cheese sauce, bacon, mushrooms, a little sour cream, and broccoli. YUM
ugh, i want this right now. when i worked at Gloria’s (a restaurant in my hometown that had a salad bar, & basically all-american food), i would ALWAYS ask the cook to make a baked potato with cheese sauce & broccoli & probably other things i can’t think of. now i can’t remember the last time i even had a baked potato! that sounds so good right now. that was one lovely thing about working for a restaurant.. i’d help myself to the salad bar when it was slow, & i’d have tomas cook me up whatever i want! freeeeee fooooooood!
In England, we call this a jacket potato. That’s right, potatoes get cold without their cozy jacket of fillings!
