I guess it's usually carrots, sprouts, or spinach that parents are telling their children to finish before they can leave the table. Not potatoes — they are too delicious. Boiled, mashed, fried, sauteed, baked, roasted... let me count the ways.
I finished our potatoes day before yesterday. No, I didn't eat them all — I dug them all. Harvested them. There were half a dozen plants left out of the two dozen or so that we planted last spring. Jean and Nick of A Very Grand Pressigny gave us the seed potatoes as a gift. Jean had carefully sprouted — "chitted" — them in egg cartons on her window sill in England before bringing them to France in early April.
I planted them in a plot out in the far back corner of our garden where a big compost pile used to be located. The soil there is rich, black, and loose, and therefore perfect for root vegetables. The potatoes — of the British variety called King Edwards — obviously liked the growing conditions. The potatoes above represent the harvest from just five or six plants.
One of my next kitchen projects is to make a truffade using these potatoes. La truffade is a specialty of the Auvergne region that we learned about last September when we went down there for a few days. Here's a recipe from a post I did last year. Try it. It's easy, and it's very rich and filling.