Jacket Abuse
The jacket potato–Ah–The pride of all potatoes. With cheese on–Layered in baked-beans…Smothered in–Well, whatever you want really. There are literally hundreds of options. The only limit, as some berk once said and it seems to have infected every person in this world, is your imagination!
But, sadly, I have to confess: I am going off them. Why? Because this once magnificent and untouchable English meal is being butchered, that’s why. It’s the rogue potato street traders, of course. They are the people responsible for making a mockery of this once fine, prestigious dish. Just like the bum bag is called the fannie pack in the US and laughed about everywhere else, the baked potato is being laughed out of town!
I’m not having a go at everyone, just nearly everyone. Of course, there are restaurants and cafes that do a wonderful baked potato. But there are also those who abuse the humble potato: they buy cheap ones and dress them up as though they are most excellent. These are the people in burger van type set-ups. They are selling low-grade baked potato to the masses and turning a once thriving industry on its head!
Why am I so het up about it? I guess just because I have always loved baked potatoes and I can’t stand to sit here and have this insult thrown in my face. And it is an insult, but what can I do? There is little I can do, other than warn you, the reader, not to go to these shoddy baked potato suppliers. Don’t do it people, you’ll regret it I assure you!
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