Florida gets a bad rap, but I was once at a conference there, and amongst the usual posho-buffet of lobster tails and steaks, I spied a plateau of wonderment. Laid out ahead of me, an entire table dedicated to the mashed potato. Cheesy, creamy, chivy, bacony, every species of mash that the finest American potatologists could imagine. Never in the entire history of man has anyone ever eaten so much mashed potato. I was detectable from the dent I was making in the Earth's gravitational field by the end of it.
Make mash. There's no upper limit.