I've never made a good potato salad. I haven't had too many that I truly liked either. Even the store bought is so-so usually. I don't like it dry and all...white and blah looking.
Yesterday, Memorial Day, I went to the parents to hang out. Nothing fancy. As some people know, my mom had been going through a breast cancer ordeal for over a year now, and is in the final stages of chemo. She's doing remarkably and has endured alot of misery, which isn't over just yet. But the chemo that she's on now is more mild and has allowed her hair to grow. So when I got to her house, for the first time in months she was wearing no wig. It must have been great to have some hair on your head and not have to wear a hot itchy wig on a 90 degree day. Her hair is about an inch long all over and she dyed it a light brown color. It was fluffy and cute. I'm sure she'll be back to her old hairstyle in no time.
So she says, "I don't know why I try to cook. I tried this new potato salad recipe. I should have cut the sugar way down but I didn't. It's awful." She takes it out of the fridge and I stick my fork in it and take a bite. Not bad at all. Kinda sweet, but really creamy and a nice golden color. I said it was good and that it just needed some kick. I took some vinegar and some mustard and whipped it together and mixed it in. Much better. It cut the sugar down a little and gave it a little tang. Yummy. So we ate it and my husband seemed to especially like it.
I guess my thought at this point is that Memorial Day will be the day my mom finally got to show off her new hair and her new potato salad. This is how memories "become".
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