Fried Tators

Ok so tonight for supper I made fried potatoes for the first time since Lewis and me have been married.  I'm not real big on fried foods so I usually just bake everything.  Anyways, on to the story.  So I've never really been taught to cook fried potatoes so I just figured I would wing it.  While I was winging it, I started thinking about why I didn't know how to cook them.  You see I've never really had a mom growing up.  A lot of the time it was just me, my dad, and brothers.  My dad remarried and my stepmom and me took awhile to adjust to each other (now we are like best friends.)  However, no one ever taught me to cook fried potatoes.  So I put some grease in the pan, cut them up, and put them on.  They tasted ok, but they didn't look great.  The fried potatoes made me think of my mom.  Her life looks no good because it is no good.  While I was eating them, I decided I was going to make sure I taught Layleigh how to cook fried potatoes.  But not only this.  I'm going to be there for every moment possible.  Never will I go months and even over a year without talking to her.  Never will I miss her birthday, her dance performance, or any other major thing.  When she starts cooking, she will be able to say my mom taught me this!  Never will she be sad because she doesn't know me.  She will know me, love me, and know how to cook fried tators!


On a lighter note, the Sullivan clan loved them even though they looked terrible!

Picture of the fried tators!

Daddy and Layleigh with their bellies full!

With full bellies and smiling faces,

The Sulli Clan :)