Growing up we had a huge potato bin in the cellar. We'd keep layers of potatoes separated by hay. We ate them virtually every meal, almost always fried, usually with pinto beans and turnip greens except for breakfast. I still love fried potatoes. Many nights I could listen to battles royale between a gopher rat (which are BIIIG, but solitary and don't live in houses) and our big old yellow tom cat, which was near knee high on my father and had seven toes on each front foot and six on each rear foot. Sometimes there'd be a partially eaten rat the next morning, and sometimes there'd be a chewed up, pissed off looking cat and a couple fewer potatoes. Didn't really matter as we never ran out, although those in the bottom layer did look pretty sad near first harvest. Good memories. In college, I cooked my own almost every meal, unless my girlfriend and I fixed a pizza or spaghetti. Great things about potatoes are that they are very filling, easily and cheaply seasoned to tasty perfection, can be cooked several ways, and can be fried with just a bit of lard, bacon grease, oil, etc.