Hawaii: My family at The Willows, an open air restaurant, in 2014. David and I were seated at the far end of the table:
It was there that a fly on a suicide mission dove into my potato salad and died instantly. No wriggling or thrashing about. That fly did not move a leg or wing. Boy, the potato salad must have been lethal for that fly.
So, what did I do? I ate the salad around the fly.
When I told David about it later, he said, “Why didn’t you scoop it up with a spoon?”
I replied, “I didn’t want to put that spoonful of fly and salad on the white tablecloth. It would have been embarrassing.”
Ugh. What a nightmare.
As you know, I have traveled extensively. I lived in Munich, Germany for 1-1/2 months back in 1969-1970. It was there that I tasted German potato salad for the first and last time. I didn’t like it, because it was made with vinegar and sugar. Sour potato salad does not appeal to me.
In Hawaii, Aunty Jennie made her potato salad with tuna and peas. I didn’t care for it, either, as tuna does not go with potatoes, in my opinion.
But, Aunty Helen made THE BEST potato salad, ever. I remember standing next to her in my grandmother’s kitchen, observing how she made it. Just the basics: Potatoes, eggs, celery, onions, mayonnaise, salt and pepper with a sprinkling of paprika on top. Excellent!
You probably have your own favorite recipe for potato salad.
Just don’t let a fly on a suicide mission dive into your salad. Ew.