A few days ago when my husband was home and not lying in bed in a hotel, sick with the flu, many miles away, I made him his favorite dinner.
There were two gorgeous NY strip steaks, two small baked potatoes, sliced tomatoes and my grandmother’s cucumber salad.
My little potato, even though for decades I’ve always placed two slits in each baked potato, exploded in the oven. That’s never happened to me. It was a mess waiting for the oven to cool ’til morning and cleaning it.
Oh, I ate my little potato with a bit of salt and pepper, butter, sour cream and scallions (the chives just didn’t look right that day). It tasted great. My husband loved his steak and I used half of mine for a nice lunch the next day. Cheers! Dee