Okay, so which one of you suggested that I store the extra baked potatoes in my oven... to keep them warm? KNOWING that I would probably not find them anytime soon. KNOWING that I rarely visit THAT side of my kitchen?
Well, I opened my oven today.... yes, a full week and a half later... and had a big surprise waiting for me. Six uneaten, unwrapped, unrefrigerated, fully baked potatoes. Just sitting there.
Do you know what this says about me?
A) I don't cook very often. But then I must've cooked at some point or else those baked potatoes wouldn't have been in there in the first place.
B) I cook WAY too much food when guests come over.
C) The dog didn't do it after all. That awful, awful smell in my kitchen didn't come from the dog. And for that, she thanks you.
Hey, maybe the dog DID put the potatoes in the oven. Just to cover what she's really capable of. Which I don't even want to think about.