Anger Burger

Right, so, this has got to be a quick one because I’m a hair busy.

Potato salad.  Everyone has a recipe.  I don’t like most of them.  It’s terrible, I know, but they’re always just wrong somehow.  I think, like pasta salad, they tend to just be nothing but potatoes and some sauce (mayonnaise, generally) and little else.  Eggs, which doesn’t help pull the entire thing out of the white hole of blandness it is falling into.

And so also like pasta salad, my solution is to up the “other stuff” quotient as much as I dare.  Lots of celery, red onion thinly sliced and green onions.  As many frozen peas as I can push without it turning into pea salad.  Bacon.  Enough fresh dill that there’s a real danger of permanently stinking up the fridge.

And last but not least, making the dressing from about 2/3 sour cream to 1/3 mayonnaise.  After that a healthy dose of salt, pepper, a spoonful of sugar and a big glug of rice vinegar and now, folks, we’re talking.

It’s perfect, and I can and did eat it every day for about five days.  It could even have withstood more herbs; basil never hurt anyone, and rosemary never met a potato it didn’t like.  Even more vinegar, but I wanted other people to be able to eat the salad too.  In fact, I’m not even going to list a recipe, because it’s one of those things: you’ve already got a potato salad you like.  And that’s just grand.