If they have been oiled and baked uncovered, I’ll eat the skin. If they come in a foil wrapper. I just scrape off the fluffy stuff and leave the skin.
To the baked potato question, I answered “Yes,” but I wanted to answer “Maybe.”
If it’s a big enough meal or I’m not all that hungry, I might not finish the potato, and in that case the skin might well get left behind.
I also might not eat it if it were not very good (e.g. tough and chewy), but I assumed “perfectly cooked” ruled out that possibility.
Yeah, I’m still eating that sucker. Even if it tastes like regret and bad decisions, I’m eating it.
Well, maybe that is Christian Heaven, but yeah, a comforable chair, good books, and lots of good meals- pretty nic e.
Sometimes I eat the potato skin. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I eat part of it, as the mood takes me. I refuse to commit to one option only.
You, on the other hand, are a kindred spirit. But praise never taste like regret. Just (in sufficient quantity, with enough butter and salt) like bad decisions.
Is this related to twins or potatoes?
I would make their first name Unrelated , but give them an alliterative middle name- so they have a choice later on.
I would just pick each of the twin’s names the same way I would pick the name for any child. Not deliberately related and not deliberately unrelated. Saddling kids with cutesy rhyming names or something like that seems almost malicious. I didn’t see an appropriate choice so didn’t answer.
So I’ll mark you down as a yes. See? Not that hard.
“And these are the twins, Unrelated Jim and Unrelated John.”
From the Boston Unrelateds?
This is comedy gold. 
Same here.
Yes. annd my favorite steakhouse has housemade sour cream. Delicious. I do NOT eat the skins though. I love the earthy taste of the potato insides, but the skin tastes like dirt to me. When potato skins were the de rigueur appetizer back in the day, I never ordered them. Too dry and, yes, tasted like dirt.
Yeah, I was looking for that option.
I’ve know a fair amount of twins in my life, and the ones with cutesy names ultimately went by nicknames that made their names different. I grew up with identical twins down the block – Ronald and Robert. They were so identical that as kids we usually just called each one Twin – until Ronald (or Robert?) cut off one of his thumbs.
An identical twin losing a finger? Were they magicians, by any chance?
Or the Ramones.
I first read that as he cut off the thumb of whomever called him “Twin” 
Perhaps it was Alice Cooper grading those final papers before School’s Out for Summer
BTW, they could hear, the band name is Def Leppard
Whoooooosh !