Several of you asked what it was about the Freakishly Expensive Las Vegas Baked Potato that it made it so special.
Well, here’s the deal. When I put my fork into it, a dozen little Irish elves danced out and tossed gold coins in my lap.
I’m kidding. That’s what should have happened since, and I don’t know if I mentioned this, the baked potato COST EIGHTY-FIVE DOLLARS.
It was definitely a tasty dish. When I was eating it (before I knew the price tag), I was telling Hubs that it reminded me a lot of Pioneer Woman’s mashed potatoes, except even kickier. They were very, very rich (they must have had cream in them, I determined), with an unmistakable woodsy flavor.
Actually, I have no idea what that means. I’ve just always wanted to use the phrase "unmistakable woodsy flavor".
But there was a very rich, mushroomy flavor (which, I know now, was the
gold bouillon truffles sprinkled throughout), leading me to wonder how PW’s mashed potatoes might taste with a can of cream of mushroom soup blended in. I bet they’d be just as tasty.
And, they’d cost 43 cents.