arr, upon the briny deep, we've come across a notion so peculiar it'd make even a landlubber's head spin. to renounce the humble spud be a no-go, for it's the very sustenance that keeps our bellies full and our spirits high on the longest of voyages. now, some scallywag suggested we be predisjunctive 'bout the types o' potatoes we be eatin', but i say, reset to the beginning and give every manner of tater an even chance. for in the vast sea of cookery, not embracing the variety of this fine vegetable would be like refusing the call of the open ocean.