When you’re done, you’ll look at the empty, shriveled skin on your plate and feel a moment of profound satisfaction. Did it take ten minutes? Yes. Did you use a single pot? No. Is your soul a little fuller? Absolutely.
The microwave jacket potato isn't trying to be a chef’s masterpiece. It’s a survival meal, a midweek champion, a friend in need. It won’t win beauty contests, but it will fill the hole in your heart (and stomach) when you need it most. And that, my friend, makes it a perfect, beautiful, lazy creation.
