Well, an obvious crime of passion. Nobody stabs a potato this many times, so thoroughly front and back and all around and half the way through like this, not without passion. It is as if the murderer intended for the potato to become as completely dehydrated as possible while undergoing the killing torture of microwaving.
And it gets worse, much worse.
The potato is starchy already but you don't know how starchy, nor how wet, nor how much egg it will take up, as little flour as possible is tapped and the pile handled as little as possible to get it to hold its shape. Otherwise it turns to paste, and that is not good.
Smile for the camera and say, "Is that cheese? Please." The red is hot chipotle.
Hot water to temper the egg to room temperature.
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