Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Life is Potato Salad
As the semi-colon is my favorite punctuation mark, so the metaphor is my favorite rhetorical trope; guess who has been visiting wikipedia? I believe similes are for the weak minded and terrorists. That not withstanding, life really is potato salad.
What's in your recipe?
My wife is the potato. OK now you know why I don't let her know about my blog. Still, she is the center of my life. She gives it meaning. Without her my life would simply be tartar sauce. She is the substance of my life.
My children and grandchildren? Why the pickles of course. They keep things interesting. Sometimes they are sweet and sometimes they are dill. They keep me guessing.
Aside number one: When it comes to making food more interesting I ask the sandwich chef at Subway to put the works on my "Veggie Delight" and include one single jalepeno pepper that I ask to be hidden while I avert my eyes. It always seems to catch me by surprise.
The mayonnaise are the people in my life. When they are good, my life is good. When they are bad, I feel ill. The war in Iraq is an example of bad mayonnaise. So is Rap Music and "Sugar Free" Chocolate Syrup.
Aside number two: I believe that it should be illegal to put "sugar free" chocolate syrup in the same shape and color of bottle as the "real" stuff. Some poor idiot suffering from having his emotional eating panic button pushed could sneak into the kitchen with the lights off, take a huge swig and find a rather kerosene tainted fluid instead of the life saving elixir he desired. Disclaimer--I neither confirm nor deny having had this experience.
The mustard is the gospel. It provides the yellow color that President Monson is so fond of and allows me to see things in that perspective. It gives me purpose and hope.
The onion is me. When I'm a good old Walla Walla Sweet (Vidalia for you south of the Mason Dixon Line) then my life is perfect. When I'm an ornery old rotten onion, translate as sinful, then my potato salad falls into a catagory somewhere between barely tolerable to fatal.
Aside number three: I've made a ton, literally, of potato salad as a hash house cook. I have never tasted any better than Shane's Rib Shack in Tallahassee Florida.
So be careful what you put into your potato salad. Your choices can make you smile or make you burp.
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2 comments:
Great recipe! I would add the paprika to my salad. The rare people that come along in your life and spice things up. The best friends that give you a whole new perspective on the entire salad...and make it taste that much better in the process. -a pickle
Interesting comparisons. At times I was grossed out and at others, enlightened. Thank goodness for good friends, supportive family and another day to better myself.
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