A baked potato like you wouldn't believe

Yesterday was the kind of day that both started and ended with spectacular, crashing thunderstorms and pounding rain.  Yesterday the name of the game was dodging rain puddles, figuring out wet umbrella etiquette on the bus, and eating steamy bowls of soup.  In short, it was fantastic.

Late yesterday evening The Mister and I splashed through the rain to meet up with some Spanish friends Irene, Máru and Lidia for dinner.  They promised us that they knew this place in town that will lay everything they've got into making you a baked potato so big and elaborate that it is literally impossible to eat a whole one yourself.  The Mister took that as a challenge, of course.

I normally think of a baked potato as a rather humble food item. It's perfectly acceptable, but I don't think I've ever craved a baked potato or anything.  But these were completely unlike any other one I've ever eaten:  at least 20 different menu options of all sorts of varieties: The Veggie Baked Potato, Bolognese Baked Potato, Ham and Cheese, and on and on.  And they were ENORMOUS.  We girls split two baked potatoes between five of us (Polish/Finnish friend Marta came too) and there were leftovers. The Mister got his own and broke into a cold sweat halfway through, but he somehow managed to get the whole thing down, although I am fairly certain that he privately was regretting it, and will share next time.

The toppings options were endless

This is Potato#1: Kebab. Lots of roasted chicken, ham, a few olives (because we're in Spain), and tons of mysteriously awesome "yogurt sauce". SO good.

Potato #2: Mexican.  This was easily the most passable Mexican food I've had the whole time I've been here in Spain.  The guacamole was pretty awesome and corn was an unexpected choice, but rather delightful in the end. I could eat this every day.



In other news, my mother-in-law is coming to town tomorrow to celebrate Christmas with us here, and I'm super excited.

Should we feed her baked potatoes?