Skins vs plastic, a loaded potato story.

[Brian37]

So today, I go out shopping, am tired of the same old same old. I look at the prep of the deli counter, and look at some "loaded potato". Half sliced with cheese and bacon. But I cant find the heating instructions. I ask the worker there where it is, and she says, "It is in the fine print", and when I mean "fine print" you fucking need an electron microscope to read it.

Ok, so while wanting something new, she finally pointed me out to the mice print. I took the bait. So just now, I bring it home, I preheat the oven to the specs on the label that were in mice print. BUT, after unwrapping the packaging, I COULD NOT SEPERATE THE ALUMINUM TUB FROM THE PLASTIC TUB BELOW IT! I was not about to stick metal in my microwave. And I wasn't going to stick plastic in my oven. 

So I gave up just now, trying to separate the two. I took the potato halves and stuck them on a sheet in the oven without either, but based on the initial heating instructions.

[Gawdzilla Sama]

I slice the spuds lengthwise and hollow them out about 50%. Then I bake them until they're easy to flake with a fork. I have the filling ready:

one pound of lean ground beef
one jar of salsa, octane as you prefer. (Mine may have started from of the California wild fires from St. Louis, that's how I like it.)

Brown the beef.
Dump in the salsa.
Simmer for five minutes.
Spoon into the spuds.
Top with whatever can't get away fast enough.
Eat.

[Brian37]

I slice the spuds lengthwise and hollow them out about 50%. Then I bake them until they're easy to flake with a fork. I have the filling ready:

one pound of lean ground beef
one jar of salsa, octane as you prefer. (Mine may have started from of the California wild fires from St. Louis, that's how I like it.)

Brown the beef.
Dump in the salsa.
Simmer for five minutes.
Spoon into the spuds.
Top with whatever can't get away fast enough.
Eat.

You sound exactly like Hillbilly Atheist, my best friend here. He loves cooking too. I hate cooking. Unless I can nuke it, boil it on the stove top, fry it on the stove top, or stick it in the oven. I starve. I love eating,  but I fucking hate prep.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

I slice the spuds lengthwise and hollow them out about 50%. Then I bake them until they're easy to flake with a fork. I have the filling ready:

one pound of lean ground beef
one jar of salsa, octane as you prefer. (Mine may have started from of the California wild fires from St. Louis, that's how I like it.)

Brown the beef.
Dump in the salsa.
Simmer for five minutes.
Spoon into the spuds.
Top with whatever can't get away fast enough.
Eat.

That sounds good. I generally do mine with Italian sausage, Asiago, and marinara, but I’ll probably give your version a go.

Boru

[Gawdzilla Sama]

That's a lazy man's banquet my friend. If you want to speed it up use tortilla chips instead of spuds. That reduces cooking to "brown meat, then simmer with salsa." If you do a pound of hamburger then you have 3-4 meals, just reheat the meat.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

So today, I go out shopping, am tired of the same old same old. I look at the prep of the deli counter, and look at some "loaded potato". Half sliced with cheese and bacon. But I cant find the heating instructions. I ask the worker there where it is, and she says, "It is in the fine print", and when I mean "fine print" you fucking need an electron microscope to read it.

Ok, so while wanting something new, she finally pointed me out to the mice print. I took the bait. So just now, I bring it home, I preheat the oven to the specs on the label that were in mice print. BUT, after unwrapping the packaging, I COULD NOT SEPERATE THE ALUMINUM TUB FROM THE PLASTIC TUB BELOW IT! I was not about to stick metal in my microwave. And I wasn't going to stick plastic in my oven. 

So I gave up just now, trying to separate the two. I took the potato halves and stuck them on a sheet in the oven without either, but based on the initial heating instructions.

When in doubt, heat it at 180/350 til the cheese bubbles.

Boru

[Brian37]

So today, I go out shopping, am tired of the same old same old. I look at the prep of the deli counter, and look at some "loaded potato". Half sliced with cheese and bacon. But I cant find the heating instructions. I ask the worker there where it is, and she says, "It is in the fine print", and when I mean "fine print" you fucking need an electron microscope to read it.

Ok, so while wanting something new, she finally pointed me out to the mice print. I took the bait. So just now, I bring it home, I preheat the oven to the specs on the label that were in mice print. BUT, after unwrapping the packaging, I COULD NOT SEPERATE THE ALUMINUM TUB FROM THE PLASTIC TUB BELOW IT! I was not about to stick metal in my microwave. And I wasn't going to stick plastic in my oven. 

So I gave up just now, trying to separate the two. I took the potato halves and stuck them on a sheet in the oven without either, but based on the initial heating instructions.

When in doubt, heat it at 180/350 til the cheese bubbles.

Boru

When in doubt get people to change your diaper for you. I do. I fucking hate cooking. I love eating, I simply hate cooking.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

When in doubt, heat it at 180/350 til the cheese bubbles.

Boru

When in doubt get people to change your diaper for you. I do. I fucking hate cooking. I love eating, I simply hate cooking.

Yes, you already said you hate cooking. I got that. I wasn’t giving you cooking advice. Since you seem to have trouble locating or understanding the instructions on the packet, I was giving you a work around.

Not sure was the diaper comment was in reference to, but ok.

Boru

[Brian37]

When in doubt get people to change your diaper for you. I do. I fucking hate cooking. I love eating, I simply hate cooking.

Yes, you already said you hate cooking. I got that. I wasn’t giving you cooking advice. Since you seem to have trouble locating or understanding the instructions on the packet, I was giving you a work around.

Not sure was the diaper comment was in reference to, but ok.

Boru

Damn it, being silly lost on you.

[brewer]

Write a sappy poem to the potato. It's heart should melt.