Today, for the first time since I stopped cooking over open fire, I made fried potatoes which were not only kind of acceptable but actually good!
Seems that I can't stand the heat. Meaning, I have a deep-seated fear of things getting too hot. So I tend not to give stuff the heat it needs, and use very little fat, because hot fat is scary! Today I used a goodish amount of goose lard, the cast iron pan, and fried those potatoes until they smelled fried. And then put two eggs in the pan and fried those, too.
Some of the potato slices broke. Most didn't. The eggs didn't. Some potato bits got stuck in the pan. The eggs didn't. The stuck parts came off later. And it tasted great!
Am very happy with this. One of these days I'm going to manage real pancakes.