I mean potatoes, not cooking pots. Both me and my mum write pots instead of potatoes on our menus for the week, hence the title. I had one last night for tea, with... nothing. Usually I have something, beans, or tinned fish or something, but yesterday I let the potato shine! Just soft, slightly sweet flesh mashed with a teeny knob of butter, and a crispy skin. Which I saved until last, as usual.