While my son has degrees in meat processing and the culinary arts, my 34 year old daughter (mother of four) cooked me a baked potato in the microwave last night - set the timer on twenty (yes, 20) minutes. I wasn't home yet, but my wife said she had to crawl on the floor to avoid the smoke - to turn off the microwave. My baked potato looked like a charcoal biscuit. :shaky: