This is the only way that I knew that French fries were made until I was grown and left home. Mama used to cook them frequently. My brothers and cousins were always playing tricks on Mama. While one of them knocked on the front door, the other ones would run through the back door and grab the fried potatoes and run back to the bedroom. After a few times of this, they would all go in the bedroom and share the potatoes. My Mama could not figure out why she had to keep peeling and frying more potatoes.
Drop into deep hot grease. Fry until golden brown and crunchy on the outside. Don't turn them, just let them float to the top. Serve with ketchup.
As I got older, I am ashamed to say that I learned all about frozen french fries and served them often to my family. Once at a fish fry at my mother's house, one of my kids (probably Travis) asked Mama and my brother Donald why they never cooked REAL french fries.