15 of the first 20 minutes go by and I can hear them sizzling from another room. Hmmm. Pretty sure they shouldn't be sizzling.
20 minutes goes and I pull the pan out of the oven, still sizzling. Spatula in hand, I start to flip them. Weird, I'm having to PRY them off of the baking sheet... and what the heck is on that potato?
Of course, it's flecks of baking pan. Awesome.
They fought the spatula, again.
The pan peeled off onto the potatoes, again.
I tossed the sparkly ones in the sink, again.
And then, we dined. On perfectly grilled steaks and ONE wedge.
Now do you see why we eat out so much?