RECIPE OF SLICED BAKED POTATOES

These Sliced Baked Potatoes are Hassleback-style cooked. This signifies that they haven’t been baked yet. They are sliced vertically from top to bottom. They’re then roasted until they’re golden brown. On a plate, this is absolute perfection. Potatoes are the ideal side dish for any meat entrée. The single potato can be prepared in a variety of ways.

Ingredients:
4 medium potatoes, Russet is what I used
¼ tsp salt
⅛ tsp pepper
⅛ tsp cayenne pepper
⅛ tsp garlic
⅛ tsp paprika
4 to 6 tbsp olive oil
How To Make Sliced Baked Potatoes:
FIRST STEP:
Wash and dry the potatoes

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