So I started reading a book in a new series by the divine M. C. Beaton, author of my beloved Hamish Macbeth series. This one's called OUR LADY OF PAIN and it's set in Edwardian England. Sadly, I am feeling disappointed. Beaton's weaknesses--her tendency to underdevelop and fall back on too much exposition--are really apparent in this one. I'll finish it but I probably won't read another in the series.
Okay. Since this is a literary blog, I felt obliged to throw in something about books or whatever. Hence the above bit. But what I REALLY want to say is that I had many helpings of potato salad to celebrate the Fourth yesterday. My mother-in-law makes the BEST potato salad known to mankind. She doesn't mess it up with pickles or too much mustard. it's just a smooth potato-y, mayonnaise-y delight.
I was groggy with potato salad-induced happiness.
3 comments:
So you think you're a potato-salad connoisseur? I like all the junk in it, give me the olives, pickles, eggs, paprika, onions, etc... and mustard, lots of mustard.
You're all about the potato and the mayonnaise, eh? You probably eat plain vanilla ice-cream too!!
Wait a minute... how could I not see that? LaVell has his own brand of vanilla at the creamery.
I need a moment, my world is spinning out of control.
I love potato salad. =) It's just so yummy.
I don't like mustard in my potato salad either. And I just realized I haven't had potato salad this summer at all. That's so wrong.
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