for my potato salad that is. there are family members and friends (and you know who you are) who feen for my potato salad. it is not an urban legend that mr. ntm married me because of my potato salad. my potato salad is like crack cocaine. i made some this past weekend. in my best julia child voice, i've laid it out step by step for you.
first, you boil up some russet potatoes. how many you ask? an assload. i never colored inside the lines and i never measure when i cook. i'm sorry. just wing it and it'll be great. the more potato salad you want, the more you should cook. i cooked almost a 10 lb bag. i leave the skins on when i boil them and also when i cut them up for the salad, but after boiling them, the skin will peel away easily if you are so inclined. i used to peel the skins off, but now i leave them on because i'm lazy but i also think it tastes better with the skins. i would suggest not boiing them too hard because the potatoes willl completely break open and then they will get water logged which makes them soggy and even starchier.
depending on how many potatoes you've cooked, you'll want to hard boil roughly four to six eggs. i used six eggs for the amount of potatoes i cooked. i don't chop them very finely. but i do mince the onion, and i don't use too much of it because it will overpower the egg and potato. for this batch, i used the green onions that i got at the farmer's market and their flavor was great. after putting the egg, potato and onion together, i pour a liberal amount of white vinegar over it and let it soak into the mix. i also put plenty of cracked black pepper and salt as well.
and now comes the gold...the bacon. i cooked a whole pound of bacon and made it very crispy. i mix in a bit of yellow mustard and maybe about a cup of mayo. i only use duke's mayo and never salad dressing because... ew.
and that's all there is to it. easy! this potato salad is totally off the charts when it comes to weight watcher's points and your arteries will clog after eating it, i guarantee.
however, you'll die happy.
what are these? they look like little popcorn balls on a stick. cute.
i think sometimes in our lives we must be destined to have periods of time when we go to the outer limits of what we've always known as our existence. we hang out there for a while testing new things out and sometimes creating all kinds of chaos for ourselves. eventually, we start the journey to finding our new middle ground. maybe all we can do is hope to survive it with the least amount of damage to ourselves and the people that we love.
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and that's all there is to it. easy! this potato salad is totally off the charts when it comes to weight watcher's points and your arteries will clog after eating it, i guarantee. 
i dragged myself and mr. nobody tells me out of bed saturday morning at the crack of me to go to the farmer's market. here's some of the goodies that i bought. they were so pretty, i had to take a picture of them before we ate them.
have a happy 4th of july!
drinking coffee from a tea cup just tastes better. these were my gram's dishes, but i'm sure she wouldn't mind me using them for coffee instead of tea. i think she would be happy that i was using them. she left these to me when she died. she split the set up between my aunt and myself, and i was lucky enough to get the cups, saucers, dessert plates and spoons instead of the teapot, creamer and sugar bowl. at first i thought it was odd that she did that, but now i realize that she knew exactly what she was doing. she knew that i would actually use them and not just keep them on a shelf to be admired.
i'm in love.
how could this sweet little berry ever be a synonym for a derisive sound of disapproval?
a. smart as a whip
a. sweet, sweet disposition
when i worked for hospice, i was called dawn of the dead. i have a comfort level with death, dying and cemetaries. i like to go there to gather my thoughts. the acres of burial markers remind me of thumbtacks on a giant map of lives that once were. i found my father-in-law's marker while i was there the other day and spoke his name out loud. there is something very powerful when the name of a person who has died is spoken out loud. all the thoughts and memories of that person and their life is remembered once again. a few days before he died, he said "i'm flying with my eyes closed." 
i was primarily looking for a tertiary color space, but i had to settle for secondary best.