I had a potato explode on me last night. Justin’s parents were at work and Justin was visiting with a high school friend. I pricked 4 potatoes and put them in the oven for the baking, and when they were finished, I poked them with a fork to get them out. The last one exploded ALL OVER the kitchen–a 6 foot radius from the oven. 350F potato bits were everywhere—my hair, my face, my clothes, inside the oven, on the dishwasher. The Baeders’ yellow lab, Melody, helped me by finding the skins and eating the scattered remains of the potato bomb. Photos soon!
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