My one grandma cooked it that way. Peel it, put it on a plate. They were dirt poor, mostly because grand dad was a whiskey drinking fool. During WW2 they lived in a black ghetto, even though jobs were plentiful. Even sober later on, grand dad was an ahole, grandma was a saint.
True, some people are hard to redeem. But your grandma saw something in him at some time, so...he was lucky to have a saint!