potato salad. really?

When i asked the moth (my mother, for future reference) what she would like to eat on Mother’s Day she thought about it for a while and finally said she wanted potato salad.

I was thinking of doing game hens and trappings of that ilk.

Potato salad never appealed that much to me, it was mushy and bland. But, lo, i went hunting up a recipe for potato salad, one i re-did last night to go along with grilled bratwurst and sausages.

Cube 1-2 lbs of potatoes (i use red skinned potatoes because they look better)

-i cut mine into easily bite size bits, not unwieldy chunks. the result is much nicer.

Boil for 13-15 minutes (so they are cooked but firm and not easily mashed)

in large bowl:

3 stalks of celery, very finely cut

3-5 green onions, including green bit

handful of chopped dill

3 cloves of garlic, minced

2 c (or so) mayo

(careful not to overdo it on the mayo. it’s hard, i know.)

when potatoes are done, drain and blanch, mix all together

-mods

adding bacon crumbles. by this i mean not those processed bacon bits, but go through the trouble of making it and crumbling it. Why? because you can then add the fat to the mix, of course.

It occurs to me when i made this the first time, and again last night, that pride can get in the way of a really good dish. Potato salad isn’t fancy, it isn’t showy, but the people around me wanted it, and it was easy enough to make. Being able to create something lovely from what my judgment held to be kind of “beneath” me to make is an exercise in humility, even if it’s just the revelation itself teaching me.