Give me your most nostalgic potato experience, potatoes that have a time and place in your heart.
My grandad, born in 1904, was a very independent man, whose wife died when my mum was 20, way before I was born. His house had no central heating a massive coal fire, and was, let's face it, grubby. He had a huge garden, that was basically a massive allotment, 2 kinds of plum trees, cherry tree, all kinds of berries, all veg, beautifully tended, into his 90s.
I can never eat boiled potatoes, as none have ever tasted as good as his, straight from the garden, salt and butter. No shop potato has ever hit the mark, so I just don't. My mum and sisters all agree.