Classic baked potato

The past week has been so crazy. Since going out of town and having a sick hubby and trying to get back into the swing of work, I'm kinda worn out.
I need to take time and get caught up on my blog.

So for dinner last night I went with just a simple baked potato.

Scrub potatoes, dry and rub with olive oil and dust with sea salt and coarse black pepper.
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Place potatoes directly on oven rack and bake for about an hour.
These were so yummy. Soft on the inside with a crispy salty exterior! Topped with some butter, sour cream, green onions, cheese and bacon if you are that kinda girl, but I'm not I prefer some smoked paprika and a quick twist of the pepper grinder.

Dinner is done.

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