For about a week or so I've been hankerin' for baked potatoes. I mean I've been jonesing for them. So after a doctor's appointment on Monday, I stopped by the supermarket and picked up potatoes.
I don't use enough potatoes in a decent amount of time to require a bag of them (there's just 1 of me!), so I went through the loose potatoes and got some choice picks. Sadly the store didn't have Russets sold singly, so I selected some yellow potatoes. Which are fine - I have a recipe (well, cooking instructions) for baking Yukon Golds, which are basically yellows. I bought 3 fairly big potatoes so I could bake 2, and use the last for a small side dish of braised potatoes later on. Or maybe just cubed and pan fried.
And then Tuesday night, Baked Potato Feast!
I wrapped the potatoes in tinfoil, no puncturing or prep other than washing them, and put them in the oven at 325 degrees for 90 minutes. Oh yes, 90 minutes of cook time. Afterwards, the potatoes' flesh was smooth and creamy, and the skins a bit crisp and very eatable.
I pounded the potatoes a few times on the counter to break open the skins and fluff the potatoes. Then I added salt, butter and sour cream. All I really needed. Well, I had them along with some ham and tomato slices. I'm not an animal.
Baked potato addiction handled. Until next time.
