I grew up in a bangers-and-mash household. Hey, I'm Irish, so the "mash" part was on the menu most nights, even if the bangers were not.
My children, on the other hand, turn up their noses at the humble spud and wail for mac-and-cheese or peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. (As a slight aside, every time I hear a request for PB&J I feel an urge to answer as Mumford the Magician with a flourish of my wand).
I have - seriously - tried every possible potato preparation possible and yet, at a push, they sometimes eat french fries - but only after correcting my mistaken use of the word "chips".
I admit, over the past 12 years living in the U.S., I've adjusted my diet pretty well.
I don't pine for good potato crisps any more and I have family members send me care packages of decent black tea.




