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On average, a person eats over 60kg of potatoes per year. This may be declining as in recent years diets lower in carbohydrates have become popular.
Most of the potatoes grown are used fresh or processed either for the frozen chip market or the potato crisp market. 10% of potatoes are produced for seeding, or producing the rest of the crop.
A potato tuber needs to be grown under the soil as if it is exposed to light, it will become green and poisonous. The crop also needs to be well watered and enjoy plenty of nitrogen and potash.
Do you know what it feels like to be strangled to death? First, you feel the pressure in your throat. Your eyes water, and you start to taste something very, very sour in your mouth. Then it's like someone lights a match right in the middle of your chest, and that fire grows. It fills your lungs, and your throat, and all the way behind your eyes. And finally, that fire turns to ice; like pins and needles of ice are sticking into your fingers, your toes, your arms. You see stars, then darkness. And the last thing you feel... is cold.