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.