She likely fried the taters in bacon fat. My parents kept a huge crock of it. Depression food. When most of us were poors. Though they didn’t have pre sliced bread back then. My old man would grow tomatoes and when they came in we’d have tomato sandwiches. Most of us have. But he’d go back to his Depression years growing up and make a BGLT…bacon grease, lettuce, tomato. He’d griddle the bread in bacon grease. So fucking good. Mom was picking cotton at 5. Think about that. I looked at my eldest granddaughter when she was heading to kindergarten. And thought of my mom at the same age, pulling a long bag in the Texas heat, cutting her hands and legs up on cotton plants, getting slapped by my grandmother to speed up. Going home to a tarpaper shack with a dirt floor and eating greens and leftover cornbread. Life was so hard back then and they were so tough. She never complained about it but was less nostalgic than dad about the food from then.