Most memorably I recently ate Morgan Freeman. No, I am not a cannibal, it's just this baked potato looked so much like Morgan Freeman that it could well have been the man himself... or should that be potato himself? If potatoes are hes and shes?
Anyway, he was good. King prawns in Marie Rose sauce (yes, I have escaped from the 70s) and a slither of butter adorned him. I say 'slither' because it it actually was this time. Normally 'slither' might mean 'massive dollop', but I'm trying to cut down. I am a butter fiend.
Neil's baked potato was Franken-tattie. He wasn't made from lots of different baked potatoes, he was just a rather ugly specimen.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
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