One time, when I was living in Minneapolis, these folks had a gathering at their apartment building on the Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend, and I got a little mischievous late in the night. Threw some fake plants in the pool (went and got them, of course), that kind of thing. Anyway, some people were trying to roast potatoes, but I kept eating them before they could put them in the oven, and when I next saw the guy who drove me home that night and thanked him while reminding him he’d driven me home, he said, “Oh yeah! You’re raw potatoes guy!”
Raw Potatoes
checks out.