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Hoses of the Holy in the Parallel Universe

January 26, 2006

In which I reveal my ignorance

I think I may have committed an error.

I just tried to microwave a potato. It took longer than the marker on the microwave suggests. Longer, even, than I'd expected it to take.

Afterwards the kitchen smelled somewhere between a chemists and a bakers. The inside of the microwave was bespeckled with brown explosion marks.

And the potato was still too firm to be comfortable.

And then it occurred to me: this is a red potato. You never see red potatoes in bags of unbaked baking potatoes in the supermarket. Maybe there is a reason for this discrimination.

Maybe I've just broken some law of nature that is common knowledge amongst the poor and criminal classes. Or maybe I'm just uncouth when it comes to the sophistries of potato microwaving.

Any ideas?


  • Simon, I'm concerned that link will cause us to appear on unsavoury searches. I've been having the damnedest time with a joke I made about turnips and carrots some time ago.

    By Blogger bot37363838, at 6:31 am  

  • I'll remove it then.

    Just astonished that it was returned in a search on "potato" and so close to the top of the list too.

    By Blogger SimonHolyHoses, at 6:35 am  

  • It's removed.

    Which was, alas, not the case for the poor fellow in the image at the end of the link.

    By Blogger SimonHolyHoses, at 6:37 am  

  • Anyway, I don't think the colour of the skin should affect a baked pot. Did you remember to prick the skin? Some spuds are inherently unsuitable for baking, being of a waxy, rather than floury, nature.

    By Blogger bot37363838, at 6:53 am  

  • Yes, I remembered to do that.

    Maybe it was just one of those spuds.

    By Blogger SimonHolyHoses, at 7:08 am  

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