This evening an overwhelming desire for potato salad overcame me. Something wafting through the olfactory Proustian memory channels triggered this insatiable yearning for the comfort of my mom’s or German paternal grandmothers’ potato salad. Either recipe would suffice to quell the desire. You don’t have moments like this? Pregnant women often do and early-stage dementia patients occasionally are reminded of something precious through a scent-triggered memory of childhood cuisine.
Wrong season for a picnic or backyard barbeque where one would routinely find a heaping bowl of someone’s family recipe p-salad. Where to find a suitable version on the fly? Anyone with a suggestion that does not involve buying the potatoes raw and starting from ground zero. Tonight we are looking for an approximation, not necessarily the real thang.