Last night I was baking potatoes, to make potato skins. I poked one of them with a fork to see if they were getting done. They were close but not quite.
The next time I opened the oven, that potato was naked. The peeling was in one piece about a foot from the potato.
The potato itself had not moved, but shards of it were spread across the bottom.
I wish I had taken a picture, but I ate it instead. God forbid a camera should come between me and my food.