Last Friday before I left for work, I diced some potatoes, wrapped them in a foil, and carefully tucked foil pouch onto my car manifold. After my 30-minute drive to school, I was able to enjoy a breakfast of roasted potatoes.
I was extremely satisfied with the end product. A few of the potatoes achieved a nice bronze sheen, something I appreciate in a potato. I felt green, resourceful, bold, and bit like R. P. McMurphy.
Next week, I'm going to bake some bread on my manifold, but that's all the farther I care to take this madness. I'll continue to cook my meat on a conventional surface.
every mouth can form a smile,