I also have come to prefer thicker slices of potato than my mom used, which reduces the surface area exposed to fats. I've gotten pretty good at making consistent slices about three sixteenths of an inch thick. It takes a lot of patience to fry them properly, though. They require frequent and timely turning to get the slices a fairly uniform golden brown. I've found that lightly oiling the slices before putting them into the pan helps prevent them from sticking together, and makes them easier to separate when they do stick together. For a while, my mom went through a period when she would mix a bit of chopped green onion into the home fries, but I was never pleased with that. She got the idea from someone who had to fancy up every dish they made, probably as the result of something they had read in a magazine desperate to find copy with which to fill the space between ads. I like green onions, but not in fried potatoes. Some things are best kept simple. Potatoes, oil, and a bit of salt is all you need.
On the subject of food, but without delight, I suspect that the day when the casabas will vanish from the markets is almost here. Tasty melons are among the few things I will miss when summer is gone. The most recent casaba I bought has that tell-tale stringiness which signals the end of the season. But the casabas of July were splendid this year. They were firm-fleshed, creamy of texture, richly flavored, and with just the right amount of sweetness. They were so good that I can't even bring myself to complain that the price remained high throughout the season. They were well worth it.