Baked potato with butter.
Yep. Which should be equally "Look, whaddaya
mean
it's potato flavoured? Of COURSE it's potato flavoured! It's a crisp!"... only somehow it really did taste like a jacket potato, rather than a potato crisp. Spooky.
Fay! My sister! Come stateside and I'll cook you carbs for lightyears. I thrive on them.
swoons
NOW you're talking!
Fay, I eat bread. I bake. I do pasta and things with couscous and lentils.
Tonight's dinner for writing group: homemade shepherd's pie with spcied ground lamb and a field's worth of potatoes, riced and buttered and baked.
Caaaaaaarbs!
Huh. Learn something new, which makes Fay's chips/crisps as ridiculous as mine (didn't know jacket= baked so I was wondering if it was style of cooking or if a jacket potato was different from a potato or what.)
Jacket potato means that it's "baked in its jacket"--ie unpeeled.
Yup: basic baked potato.
And a damfine yummy thing to eat that is, too.
Although I haven't tried the crisps.
Angus, what does naff mean now?
(And how excited am I that I get the ref to Polari??)
Jacket potato means that it's "baked in its jacket"--ie unpeeled.
wrod. It's a seemly, modest potato, as distinct from y'all's bare nekkid shameless no better than they should be ass-flauntin' potatoes.
Hey, American restaurant baked potatoes are prudish in the extreme -- they sheathe their jackets in foil.
Pfeh.
Oooh! Sisters in carb loving. My mother says that's our Anglo-Saxon blood. I have no idea if that's true, but it sounds good when she says it.