Baked Potato is a lost art…like letter-writing. And forget an entire handwritten letter – even writing letters of the alphabet is a lost art. The fluidity of my handwriting is plummeting. It feels like a robot possesses my arm sometimes. Tangible greeting cards are still around because it keeps us from showing up somewhere empty-handed, but true penmanship sounds like sea transportation to this new generation. We were once concerned with folding a paper into perfect thirds to fit into an envelope, and now we are concerned with video buffering on our phones.
We can’t save the endangered vicitims of technological advancements, such as Atari and letter-writing, but food doesn’t have to work that way. We continue to build culinary creations, decade after decade, but we haven’t lost touch with making the basics, like bread. With the help of Cuisinart, maybe, but still, bread is being made from scratch somewhere.
Another dying food – (that’s not to be confused with food which is dead) – is the Baked Potato, but it can be saved!!! This isn’t your mama’s baked potato though. This is MY mama’s baked potato! Mom can ROCK a baked potato…why? Because it’s not all about the potato.
You can’t have a Mavericks team, the oldest team in the NBA, win the Finals with just a Dirk. The baked potato carries all the key players from the bench: Broccoli, Carrots, Cauliflower, Melty Gooey Cheese, Cottage Cheese, and Scallions. And they know how to bring it.