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The other day, I decided to bake a potato. For dinner. For the children. For nourishment.
The only stumbling block was that I didn’t actually know how to bake a potato. So because I like to involve my children in culinary projects, I asked 10 year old Young Ladrinka to Google a recipe and he came up with some wrap it in foil and stick it in the oven for an hour and a half nonsense, which seemed insane.
I mean, I wanted to bake a potato, not to build Rome. So I tweeted my pain”how long to bake a potato” and the worst was confirmed. Close to an hour. It’s as though science hasn’t made any advances at all in the last few decades. Besides, the children and I were hungry.
Then someone suggested that I microwave it. The potato, not science.
I agreed, especially because I have a microwave. And a potato. I put the potato inside the microwave and pressed the magic “Baked potato” button on the microwave. Magical things did indeed start to happen.
First, the microwave panel flashed “PUT ON MIDDLE RACK” suggestion at me. Unfortunately, my microwave is rackless, so I just put it on bottom of the microwave. I pressed Start. Then the microwave flashed “SENSING POTATO”. You and me both, microwave.
It was all very Star Trek (Or what I envision Star Trek to be, since I’m a woman and don’t live in my parents’ basement). Then the microwaving process started in earnest and 10 minutes later my kitchen was filled with smoke.
It was a toss-up as to what I should do. On the one hand, the display panel showed that the potato still had 15 minutes to go. On the other hand, I like breathing. So I took the potato out. It was practically liquid. The bad news is that my microwave could have benefited from home warranty insurance. The good news is that I’ve invented the Potato Smoothie.
One year ago ...
- Mid-Summer Advice - 2013