Ireland was the last stronghold of the Fairy Folk of Old Europe. There wild places still existed, and the rock strewn mountain sides resisted the plow. The Irish still respected the Fairy Castles and stone circles where on Mid-Summer's Eve the Fairies gathered to sing and dance the night away. The Fairies lived comfortably among the wild Irish. In exchange for a cup of milk and an occasional dram of Quesqueba, the Fairy Folk taught them how to make glorious music. The Irish were kind to the Fairies and respectful of their privacy.
In an older part of our town we had a street named Fairymount Square.
The street was demolished to make way for the new. But no-one dare touch the Fairymount and to this day it has been fenced off for fear of the fairies. It has been built around but left untouched such is the respect for the fairies. True story.
Smokin', Arthur Conan Doyle, author of the great Sherlock Holmes novels, was taken in by a hoax. The Cottingly fairies were supposedly pictures of real fairies which later turned out to be contrived by two sisters. I won't post the link, because the reading could become tedious.
They sure would Letty, but I'd be worried about the difference in taste,
"spuds" just wouldn't be the same. There is an easier to pronounce word, "spuds".