Very very sad. Nothing like a baked spud, cooked exactly as Gallus Moll describes.

By the way Gallus, I was so happy to see your word 'daud'. Reminded me of my many years in Scotland. It's actually a Norwegian word, evolved from Old Norse. My old father (originally from Sutherland) always maintained he was from Norwegian stock.(a product of Viking marauders!)

I hate microwaved 'baked' potatoes.

As a child in the fifties we'd roam far and wide in the woods & fields beyond our W London suburb, carrying a large spud in our pockets. Someone always lit a small bonfire (usually one of the boys) and we baked our spuds in the hot embers. Completely delicious, even if a bit charred.