You're wrong about River. River's not on the ship. They didn't want her here, but she couldn't make herself leave. So she melted... Melted away. They didn't know she could do that, but she did.

River ,'Objects In Space'


Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Sparky1 - Jul 05, 2008 4:37:10 am PDT #5920 of 10001
Librarian Warlord

I believe DebetEsse is correct, w/r/t foil and the tater not caring.

I am at work today, still with a nasty cold and now with bilateral conjunctivitis. I'm hiding in my office and hoping that no one has any questions. Also? Not feeling at all sorry for the students who were both late this morning getting here, since I had to drag my ass in. Dear Students: You are young and healthy, I am old and sick. Now with added grumpy! I will be docking your pay. Signed, Reference.


Laura - Jul 05, 2008 4:37:45 am PDT #5921 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I like grilled baked potatoes quartered with butter and garlic or onion slices in between the quarters. Wrapped well in foil, and yum.


Laura - Jul 05, 2008 4:40:17 am PDT #5922 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Yay Suzi with the productivity!

{{Sparky1}} Feel better, better yet, go home then feel better.


vw bug - Jul 05, 2008 4:44:47 am PDT #5923 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Oh, Laura, that sounds fabulous. Maybe I'll try that. How long do they take? Just trying to figure out when to put them on vs. the steaks.


DCJensen - Jul 05, 2008 4:50:41 am PDT #5924 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

I believe you wrap it in foil. After that, the potato doesn't care whether the heat's from a grill, an oven, or a space heater.

Or a car manifold!

Oh, Laura, that sounds fabulous. Maybe I'll try that. How long do they take? Just trying to figure out when to put them on vs. the steaks.

Early, and around the edges, potatoes should cook more slowly. Also, roll them a lot.


Laura - Jul 05, 2008 4:51:32 am PDT #5925 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Depending on the heat of the grill about 45 minutes. You can use the fork test.


Laura - Jul 05, 2008 4:54:49 am PDT #5926 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Sometimes people cheat and microwave them a bit so they grill faster for timing. Mmmmmm potatoes.


Ginger - Jul 05, 2008 5:03:28 am PDT #5927 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Potatoes wrapped in foil and baked in coals were a staple of Girl Scout camp. In those circumstances, they were almost always black on the outside and raw on the inside. With a grill and a longer attention span, they should be fine.

eta: I'd think it would take at least an hour.


Beverly - Jul 05, 2008 5:54:46 am PDT #5928 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

DH used to make up foil packs, and build the campfire on top of them. Doubled heavyweight foil, a layer of onion, a layer of carrot slices, two-three hamburgers' worth of ground beef spread evenly over the slices, and a layer of potato slices over the ground meat, salt, pepper, herbs to taste, do the triple-fold seal, and put into the fire for an hour, at least. More is fine. You pull the packets out of the fire and everything's cooked through and yum. Also works on the grill--just cook for at least an hour. The onion carmelizes a bit, and the potatoes get brown and crispy on the edges and some stick to the foil, but it tastes wonderful.


Pix - Jul 05, 2008 6:44:04 am PDT #5929 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.

Oh God. I officially hate my subconscious. I just had one of the most vivid, painful dreams of my life. Drew and I were at some kind of gathering (no, not the F2F), and he fell in love with this smart, cute woman. They started planning a trip abroad together and talking excitedly about their future in front of me. I know this may not sound that bad, but it was so real--it really felt like it was all happening. I woke up sobbing and begging him not to leave me. Poor guy. He mumbled reassurance and fell back asleep.

My brain is officially ON THE LIST.

(Sorry to wake up and immediately braindump on everyone, but I'm completely exhausted and yet terrified to go back to sleep.)