So, we had some small potatoes from our CSA and a bunch of dill. Dill is one of those herbs that I love (it smells like summer!) but I have very little use for (how many ways can you actually use dill?). So, I decided to make a potato salad.
I chopped up the potatoes. Boiled and drained them. Sprinkled them with a bit of apple cider vinegar and some salt and pepper. Then tossed them with mayo, mustard, and dill.
Well, the texture was a bit off because I boiled the potatoes too long. However, the taste was great. That’s one of the reasons why I love potato salad so much. You can pretty much throw anything together and it’ll probably make a good potato salad.
What’s your favorite potato salad recipe?
So, all of the hard work finally paid off and I finally will have a good portion of a summer off. As soon as summer school is done, I can finally start going through my summer to-do list.
My list for this summer:
- Start taking prenatal yoga classes
- Finish the pile of books that I stare at every day, including The Hunger Games Trilogy (Yes, Ben, I promise I will start and finish these books).
- Knit at least one baby blanket
- Knit at least one baby hat
- Go on a nice long walk every day (weather permitting)
- Paint the book case in the room that will be the baby’s room
- Paint the walls in the room that will be the baby’s room (this might actually translate to me “supervising” the walls being painted)
There. Now that I actually wrote the list down, perhaps I will actually stick to it and finish the list this summer…….
My Papa was an amazing man.
He showed his grandchildren incredible amounts of love. I’m sure that taking us on walks in the woods was actually a pretty stressful occasion for him. I’m sure that each time we stepped on a morel mushroom he probably rolled his eyes a bit. I’m sure he got tired of driving the lawn mower with the wagon attached to it around and around the yard until we had finally had enough. And I’m sure at the end of the day, he thought about his silly grandchildren and would have a little chuckle.
We're probably all waiting for Papa to drive us around.
My Papa was an amazing man.
He knew the value of real food. He knew the importance of farm-to-table cooking way before it became trendy because he was the one farming the food. We always had bushels of corn in our fridge. Melons of every type were served for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Green beans came in a big bowl and were quickly given to my sister and I to start snapping on the porch. Without knowing it, Papa was a foodie.
I kind of feel sorry for my foodie friends who are forever on the search for the perfect meal. Because I have already had that meal. I’ve had that meal several times throughout my life. A platter of Papa’s fried chicken. Mashed potatoes with white gravy. Apple salad. Fried morels. And pie. Oh, the pie. The only reason that I am even close to being good at baking pie is because I have notes written in the pages of my cookbook that tell me some hints about how to make crust like Papa made.
It is sad to think about all of those perfect meals that I will never eat again. But I know that I am luckier than most because I have already eaten the best meal on the planet. Those travel and cooking shows will never know what they missed out on.
Why was that meal always so good? Was there a secret ingredient? As cheesy as it always sounds, I am fairly certain that the secret ingredient was love.
And so I say, goodbye Papa. Your cooking was fantastic but your heart was what was truly outstanding.
Tell Nana, “Hi!” I’m sure she greeted you with at the gates with a smile and a sandwich.
So, it has been hot in Chicago. I mean really really hot. On the way home today, I passed a sign that said that it was 100 degrees outside. The sign next to it said that it was 99 degrees. I don’t know which one was correct but at that point, I don’t think that it matters. It’s hot. Really hot.
As with many other people, I do not like to cook when it is this hot out. I might feel different if we had central air (oh, I wish we had central air) but even when I lived in apartments with central air conditioning, I still didn’t want to do any cooking or baking when it was this hot. In addition to not wanting to turn on the stove, when it is this hot I rarely want to eat things that have been cooked. A dinner of raw veggies and a bowl of berries sounds like perfection. Right now, I am getting ready to snack on some radishes with a little butter and salt and some fresh raspberries.
What is your favorite thing to eat when it’s this hot out?
As a side note, the weather forecast is calling for a major cool down. And that’s good. Because I really want some meatloaf. But I’m not going to make meatloaf if it’ll just melt on my plate.