Crazy talk. Wednesday, for reasons, is pie and mash night Chez Asbestos, and many potatoes will be sacrificed (at least three each and Google claims the median potato is 163 grams – let's be modest, that's 400 g of spuds each). Plus there's butter and cream. And salt. And mint. Did I mention the pie. There will be pie too. It's not pie and mash without pie.
And that blessed green ambrosia of the north, mushy peas.
One of my the fondest memories of my childhood is bonfire night and being served little polystyrene cups of superheated mushy peas with mint sauce. I think they cooled slower than the universe. They'd burn the skin off the top of your mouth till it hung there like flesh off a mummy. But you beg and borrow steal another 10p for a second helping.