French visitors are completely amazed and horrified with even a trace of skin left adhering to a potato, so I have learned to be meticulous, even with new ones.

My friend Trevor Stafford, by alluding to me making the vin de noix with walnuts with their skins on, has reminded me of a rhyme we used to say as kids in Cork.
I’ll give it out as we used to say it first then I will give a necessary translation.

“Aroo fram Cark ?
Iam aroo !
D’je ate shpudz ?
Ido joo !
Howjaateem ?
Shkin and aaa. !
Do dey choku ?
Narataa !

Translation for my non-Cork friends

Are You from Cork ?
I am are you.
Do you eat potatoes ?
I do. Do you ?
How do you eat them ?
Skins and all.
Do they choke you ?
Not at all.