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.
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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.
Depending on the heat of the grill about 45 minutes. You can use the fork test.
Sometimes people cheat and microwave them a bit so they grill faster for timing. Mmmmmm potatoes.
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.
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.
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.)
My dream was much more benign, but very strange. The last thing I remember was someone telling me, rather earnestly, "You know he's a penguin and will explode."
and he fell in love with this smart, cute woman.Hello! That was you! Must be like hearing your voice on a tape recorder, you go "That can't be me, I don't sound like that". The trip is what gave it away. I think it's called a "cruise".
Well, I was convinced I was woken up by an earthquake last night, but the earthquake map tells me I must have dreamed it.