Ya know I can't really remember what happened to the spuds but I think the sight of a cooked thumb on the platter kind of killed everybody's appetite. Further to the story, as soon as I got rid of the platter, I slammed my thumb down into somebody's drink on the next table. We knew them so it didn't start any fights but all I could think of was to cool the thing down. Seems it took forever to heal, always on the verge of getting infected.