As I had the pleasure of eating potatoes almost every day for three months in Ireland I came to realise that the only potato they like is a flour ball — sweet, fluffy and fally-aparty, cooked in the skin, peeled at the table and helped down with a forkful of butter.
2019, Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones, unnumbered page:
[…] He's keeping money flowing in, but really what he wants is some half-cocked mechanical solution to your kind's fally-aparty problems.”