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food_porn, and mm.)
I have baked a potato.
It hissed gently as I brought it out of the oven and sliced it open. On those exposed surfaces I spread rich, sweet cream salted butter and let it sink into the pale flesh. As it marinated in those juices, I poured sour cream into the space so exposed until it oozed out the sides. All exposed surfaces were dusted lightly with an assortment of shredded cheeses which, where they touched the hot potato, melted into swirls of several shades of yellow and orange. Two diced scallions were scattered lightly over the top, providing the glories concealed within with a thin semblance of rich green and white modesty.
I ate it.
It was good.
food_porn, and mm.)I have baked a potato.
It hissed gently as I brought it out of the oven and sliced it open. On those exposed surfaces I spread rich, sweet cream salted butter and let it sink into the pale flesh. As it marinated in those juices, I poured sour cream into the space so exposed until it oozed out the sides. All exposed surfaces were dusted lightly with an assortment of shredded cheeses which, where they touched the hot potato, melted into swirls of several shades of yellow and orange. Two diced scallions were scattered lightly over the top, providing the glories concealed within with a thin semblance of rich green and white modesty.
I ate it.
It was good.
