It's a potato. A twice-baked potato, actually.
I had baked the potatoes the day before, so I got a couple out of the refrigerator, cut them in half, and scooped out the innards. Then, mistakenly believing it would be quick, I put the innards into a Magic Bullet thingy and tried to whirl it up.
It didn't whirl. It whined. I tried three blades and two sizes of containers, and all it did was sit there and grumble. I did more than grumble, I can tell ya. Even when I added some milk and vegan margarine, it wouldn't whirl.
Eventually, I got it somewhat mashy. I added some salt and onion powder and a beaten egg and grated cheese, and spooned the mixture back into the shells. I baked them at 450 for about a half hour for the little 'uns and left the big 'uns in for a bit longer, until they were puffy and browned.
They tasted fine, but I ate with more vengeance than appetite.
Marian Allen, Author Lady
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