On our trip to Belfast, we stopped at a café where the potato bread was served shallow-fried and still warm, perfect with a cup of tea.

We boiled a new potato until it was tender, then tossed it with butter and fresh herbs.

I dug up a basket of new potatoes from the backyard this morning.

I roasted a sweet potato until its skin caramelized and the flesh became meltingly tender.

I brought homemade potato salad to the picnic, and everyone asked for the recipe.

Last summer, potato blight spread rapidly through the fields, destroying crops and threatening farmers' livelihoods.

She added a pat of butter to the steaming mashed potatoes before serving.

She scooped a large helping of mashed potatoes onto his plate.

On the train, she offered a potato crisp to a hungry child and watched him smile.

She hid the potato chips in the back of the pantry so no one would find them.