People Often Ask Me

People often ask me “What is it like to be a baked potato?”
I don’t often indulge the world with deliberations on my own existence, I prefer instead, to remain passively stoic, and let the world think what it will. If I am without words, then the world is free to judge me by my actions alone. However, since I was approached by the author with quite a bit of grated cheese to narrate this piece, I will indulge you all. What is it like to be a baked potato? In a word, “steamy.”