Kanadasalat
My family's potato salad is as simple as it is delicious. Embarrassingly simple, to tell the truth. So simple that I'm embarrassed to share it with others.
Three ingredients:
There, I've said it. The metaphorical cat is out of the bag. (The litteral cat is begging me to throw her mouse.)
This is the kind of food that is best enjoyed at home with those who won't judge. As good as it tastes, I don't think I've ever brought it along to a potluck, for instance.
But when my in-laws were visiting from Europe in the spring, I made it for them. My mother-in-law loved it. At least, she said she did. She couldn't quite believe me that there were just those three ingredients. My German is quite poor (Ich spreche nur ein venig Deutsch.), but the receipe is simple enough that even I could describe it in German. And, as it happens, Miracle Whip is available in Germany. (Of course, it is pronounced more like Mirakel Vip.)
So my mother-in-law (and this is probably a good place to point out that, unlike too many women, I actually like my mother-in-law, and she seems to like me, too) decided to make this salad, which she dubbed Kanadasalat (because, of course, she first tasted it in Canada), for Christmas Eve.
The cat is not only out of the bag, it has scampered across the pond.
My reputation as a reasonable cook must be in tatters.
I hang my head in shame as I pass the bowl for seconds.
Three ingredients:
- Potatoes (did I really need to say that?)
- Diced apple
- Miracle Whip
There, I've said it. The metaphorical cat is out of the bag. (The litteral cat is begging me to throw her mouse.)
This is the kind of food that is best enjoyed at home with those who won't judge. As good as it tastes, I don't think I've ever brought it along to a potluck, for instance.
But when my in-laws were visiting from Europe in the spring, I made it for them. My mother-in-law loved it. At least, she said she did. She couldn't quite believe me that there were just those three ingredients. My German is quite poor (Ich spreche nur ein venig Deutsch.), but the receipe is simple enough that even I could describe it in German. And, as it happens, Miracle Whip is available in Germany. (Of course, it is pronounced more like Mirakel Vip.)
So my mother-in-law (and this is probably a good place to point out that, unlike too many women, I actually like my mother-in-law, and she seems to like me, too) decided to make this salad, which she dubbed Kanadasalat (because, of course, she first tasted it in Canada), for Christmas Eve.
The cat is not only out of the bag, it has scampered across the pond.
My reputation as a reasonable cook must be in tatters.
I hang my head in shame as I pass the bowl for seconds.
posted by Melanie A at 12:12 PM
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