This recipe is not what you think it is – from the Viking era, but rather the recipe of a friend who I love and miss a lot. Vikingo with “O” at the end as we say in Italy, is the nickname given by my brother, to my friend Fabio who taught me how to make these potatoes. I must say first of all that Fabio loves all food, but only if it’s made with pork and onions, and above all if it’s fried. His girlfriend Chiara, my good friend too, tried to force him to eat “healthier” but in vain, for him soups and salads don’t have the right to be considered as food. Indeed being at Vikingo and Chiara ‘s place is like being in the supermarket.