The Skinny

Last week, Jewel had a coupon for a free 5lb. bag of russet potatoes, so I brought home a big bag of potatoes. Now, we're not much of a potato-eating family, preferring our starch in the form of rice or bread. I predicted these potatoes would sit until little potato bonsai trees started to grow, and then I would throw them away.

Sure, I could make them into something, a gratin, maybe some hash browns or Giada's (truly evil) cheesy potato dish, but nobody except me would eat any of it. And even I don't eat much potatoes. Well, maybe mashed, but only if there is good gravy. Ever since reading the South Beach Diet, potatoes have become the equivalent of cheesecake in my brain. I can't fool myself into thinking they're the least bit healthy.

So the potatoes sat until this weekend, when a potato dish that we could all get excited about popped into my head: Potato Skins. This sort of potato treatment removes most the mealy potato (the part my family opposes) and replaces it with good things like crispiness, cheese, and bacon. I figure, if you're going to shake hands with the Devil, he may as well be dipped in sour cream. These skins were way too good. The only way I'll make them again any time soon is if the Bears are in the Super Bowl.



I still have half a bag of potatoes left. I'm thinking soup...