It came to me last month that I want to eat a lot of potatoes. So, eating lots of potatoes will be my resolution this year.
We went hiking at the end of December with some Americans and South Africans, and went for a meal afterwards. Most of us had sheperd’s pie, which came with a side of fried potato or chips. The noodle dishes also came with a potato option. Everything came with a potato option. The Americans laughed at this. They did not finish the potatoes served with the main. I finished their potatoes.
This is not unusual in Ireland. It’s not unusual to to have multiple potato dishes at any meal, including breakfast. Restaurants, apart from high-falutin’ ones, will commonly serve multiple potato dishes. Boiled potatoes. Mashed. Fried. Chipped. Baked. Skins. Potato bread. Potato pancake (boxty). A type of mash with scallions (champ). A type of mash with kale (colcannon). Gratin potato.
Thing is, I’ve never really like potatoes growing up. Too many times I had waxy white potatoes, boiled, with no seasoning but sunflower margarine and pepper. Not even butter. And this is from a country that is famous for cheap grass-fed butter.
I went for rice and beans when I cook, and avoided potato. But now, fluffy rice has lost its appeal. So I am returning to potatoes. Potatoes are like crack to Irish people. I’ve eaten 4kg of potatoes in the last two days. I go to sleep craving potatoes.