When I think of fried potatoes I think of Saturday mornings with my dad.
Every Saturday morning my mom would stay in bed reading her book and my dad would get up, watch cartoons with us, and then make pancakes and- often- fried potatoes.
Looking back from the perspective of a mother myself now I'm pretty sure they must have had some kind of a deal about Saturday mornings where my dad did the heavy lifting and my mom got to relax.
This is a deal I want in on. I must speak with my husband about this ASAP.
Saturday mornings were dad time and healthy food was not on the menu. This was time from Zack Morris and syrupy pancakes. I miss the 80's. :-)