Ah, glorious potato. Legend has it that it was not merely fire that Prometheus brought to us, but in fact, the roasted potato that was stolen from the Gods themselves.
If I was Caligula, I would certainly eat potatoes in gold foil nested in the uterus of dolphin. I would also eat them fried, sticking them into the noses and mouths of the heads which litter my palace. I would eat them baked with butter from the royal cows and salt from the Adriatic. Glorious potato, you bless us with your wealth and delicious flavor!