pass the spuds

SO YOU’VE BEEN INVITED to a barbecue and told not to bring anything, but when you protest, your host casually suggests, “Maybe a salad?”

Maybe a salad?

These unremarkable words are responsible for thousands, perhaps even millions of tonnes of potatoes unnecessarily turned into potato salad by a nation of people motivated to offset their own uneasy sense of freeloading. You arrive, a bowl of potato