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.
Which is not to say you can't get those foods in the US. You can, but mostly in small specialty stores which are out-of-the-way and where the prices are (necessarily) higher than in your local supermarket. I confess to paying a small fortune (well, ok, nearly $15) for a packet of McVities Chocolate Digestives once. I savoured every one.
So, you can imagine my surprise and joy when I discovered that there's now a whole shelf of Brit-food in the ethnic section of my local grocery store. It's a little jarring to see Heinz Baked Beans, PG Tips and Bird's Eye Custard on one shelf and an array of Indian specialty foods on the next, but hey, who am I to complain?
Not to mention the looks on my children's faces as I tucked into my beans on toast later that week while they helped themselves to (natural, organic) mac-and-cheese. The disdain is reciprocated my dears :)
This post was written by Michelle, an ex-techie mom of two boys. She is originally from Ireland, but now lives in Seattle. You can read more where she blogs, Wandermom.