Curse the day some codpiece-wearing Elizabethan first set eyes on a potato on the dinner table of a bored Amerindian and thought, 'That's an exciting tuber'. It's an excuse, a sham, a fake food. What is it for, with its high glycaemic index and lack of any real flavour?
CHIPS. But other than chips?
Last Friday I had fish and chips from the staff canteen. Yum. Except it wasn't fish, it was fishcakes. Fair enough. Big, chunky, home-made (but who calls the staff canteen 'home'?) fishcakes. And maybe some chips. And I wanted some vegetables. Mushy peas were the closest thing available. OK.
So I tucked in. The fish cake was about 98% potato, with three or four slivers of fish to give it a slight fishy tang. The chips were chips. I would not expect anything but that they were largely potato-based. The mushy peas were mostly potato starch, with a few squashed peas and some green food colouring.
Thus I had consciously purchased a dinner of three types of potato. Potato supreme.
Needless to say, I was nonplussed. Then shameful. Then rather uncomfortably full for two hours. It almost put me off my Guinness that evening.
I was interested and delighted to discover that the potato can be poisonous . I was also interested to see that the same article on Wikipedia, at time of writing, is illustrated by a picture of a large tomato called 'pikachu'.
You live and you learn.
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