The other day Jeff came home from work with a big smile on his face. Someone at work got this big sack of potatos and let Jeff have one. These weren't just any potatos....they were massive. Jeff loves baked potatos more than anyone I know. He wrapped his prized potato like a present in paper towels and waited until Sunday dinner to have me cook it up for him.
After three hours in the oven it had reached perfection and here's my husband ready for the first unforgettable taste. Yes, he ate the whole thing.
Note: Potatos in pictures are often even larger than they appear.
2 comments:
3 HOURS??? Does Jeff know how much electricity that takes to have the oven on for that long? hee hee! Glad he FINALLY ate the blessed potatoe!
Tell me he did not put jelly on that thing. I see jelly in the picture-- eeew! If I knew he loved potatoes that much I wouldn't waste my money on dark chocolate-- potatoes are cheap. (hmmm... maybe that's why he loves them) 3 hours for one tater... he could have had a 10 course meal made in that time.
If you and the potatoe wear the same size T-shirt-- it's too big for you to eat!
Alright, I'll stop.. but potatoe jokes are flying into my head. I can't help myself.
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