Remember that old Saturday Night Live skit, from the wonder years with Gilda Radner, Laraine Newman and Jane Curtin? They were playing preteens at a slumber party, wondering where babies come from. They were pretty sure you needed certain specifics, like marriage, a man, stuff like that. They had some gross, icky, disgusting ideas about sex. But the details eluded them. One of them said she believed a man could just shout "Have a baby right now!"
Well, that's how I'm feeling about this bowl of mighty fine. There were certain specifics, and you needed a man. Cranky. He invented this potato salad today. It's exactly like many potato salads we make: hard-cooked egg, minced scallion, sliced celery. Throw some vinegar and olive oil on the drained potatoes while they're still warm. After it cools only just a bit, toss in your vegetables and a spoonful of mayonnaise. Salt and pepper.
Here's Cranky's sudden birth of an idea, a labor of love, a delivery of delight. He added a couple sliced, raw carrots. The color was so cheerful, I think we just jolted the earth's axis again and spring is coming early.
The little, polite crunch was a bundle of joy. And the flavor, sweet, just like a powdered infant.
A salad is born!