I admit it. I LOVE potato salad. It’s my favorite item at the BBQ and often something I can’t eat. You see, I cannot eat refined sugar. Gives me migraines. So I usually stand staring at the potato salad, full of store bought mayo (which always has sugar in it) and think, if only I’d made some myself. Only I couldn’t or wouldn’t use that light no sugar added mayo. No I have to make my own. Which turns out is really no big deal and when chives are added. YUM!
So today is our day off, sorta. Saturdays are usually our day off, but we ended up a little off schedule this week and decided Sunday would be the day off. Which is great except it’s Mother’s day and our moms are over 2000 miles away and local events are a bit limited this weekend. Which means we had no plans. This morning Greg asks me what do I want to do? I have no idea, so I ignore him and kept watching the Sunday morning politico programs, which have nothing new at all to say. Boring. So the topic of conversation runs to the weather. How exciting are we?
The weather is hot here. It’s 80 degrees and humid. We, like so many others, are trying not only to conserve energy, but to save some money and are resiting turning the air conditioner on. All four of the ceiling fans are on, the back door is open and the box fan off the kitchen is going, and the kitchen window is open. This leaves the only cool place in the house in the kitchen, as the two front doors do not have screens and most of the windows in this old house are painted shut. Stifeling! Our indoor, people loving dog, has decided the only sane place to be is outside in the shade. She’s the smart one. There is a breeze going and it is quite nice out there.
So Greg says, maybe we need a screen door for the office? Which is where I spend most of my time during the day and has a door leading out to the front porch. Immediately I say, “Yes, lets do that today.” Off to Lowes we go at 9am. Yep 9am. I never get out the door before 10am, ever. It’s hot, alright. So we get the screen door, come home and Greg proceeds to put it in. I, of course am suppose to be on stand by to help.
I, however, get a huge craving for potato salad. It’s just that kind of day. Hot weather, bright sunny day. It’s Sunday. What else do you do? You make potato salad of course. I haven’t actually made any since I was like 13, with my mother. I don’t remember the recipe, only that we used miracle whip. I can’t even call her, as she is in Yosemite for vacation. Besides, she used miracle whip and I know I can’t have that. Thank goodness for the internet. Four or Five clicks later I have a recipe I can use, or at least modify with most of the things in my cupboard. Only things missing, are potatoes and sour cream.
So I ditch Greg, no longer putting up the pretense I will actually help with the screen door and run to the Pig (Piggly Wiggly), which is two blocks from the house. Five minutes later I am back and merrily making my first potato salad in over 15 years. It took two tries to get my mayo made. I missed a step and had to start over. No big deal, I had plenty of eggs and oil. But after that is was all smooth sailing. My perfect potato salad is so yummy, that when Greg came in to tell me the door was up, I announced I was leaving him for my potato salad. This after he put in a screen door. I am now happily at my desk, with a cool breeze running through my office due to his hard work.
I’m lucky, he is a good sport. He left to get another screen door for the front door and some boiled crawfish to go with the salad…that is if there is any left when he gets back.