Looks like several folks DO know about fried potatoes and onions. I can't peel a potato yet I don't think. If I can, it's all over but the chomping for I love them dearly and yes, I'll use canola oil..not Crisco.
I am due for another go round of therapy exercises so soon as I say Howdy here I will go do those and then, get on the treadmill. Ugh.
OK. Who..and I bet NONE of you but maybe Kassey's mom, knows what fried apples are and knows how to fix them? A Southern person knows and eats them. Daddy made the best in the world and he learned from my Grandma whom we all of us called "Mama". He learned most of his cooking from her and certainly from my mother and Daddy is the one who taught me how to cook. Needless to say, he and consequently I was/are very plain cooks. No..not in appearance heehee, but in how we cook(ed). Daddy came up with some originals too brought about by not having that much money and having to make food feed us kids. One of them was something you guys would not like but we loved and still do. My now only brother and I were reminiscing about this dish while talking on the phone just a few weeks ago.
It's simply a large several pound bone in (Dad didn't have much money remember) piece of beef..the cheapest cut..put it in a large pot..add one really large onion, quartered, salt and pepper..boil it to death till the meat is falling off the bone. Remove meat only and shred it off with a fork..add it back to the broth and then, while your fresh biscuits are baking to go with this...Daddy always took a 8 oz. measuring cup..half filled it with flour, added water to fill the cup..stirred rapidly with his wooden handled fork (I still have that precious fork) till it was mixed, and he slowly added it to the broth and cooked it till the broth thickened just right. Not thick per se..just held together enough to stay on the biscuit halves in his and our plates. Heavenly although extremely plain. I love and miss you Daddy. This month-- on the 1st was, or would have been your birthday.