Tammy, I love your Oma’s Potato Salad missive. ❤️❤️My Danish grandmother made potato salad too. She sat at her kitchen table to peel the potatoes—a ritual.
I remember my grandmother had a bowl for the peels and a pan filled with water for the paring-knife peeled potatoes. She used Miracle Whip, chopped pickles into tiny pieces, and added lots of hard-boiled eggs. She sprinkled the top with paprika. I'm craving potato salad!
I love this, Tammy. The food-love nourishment connection is such a deep experience for so many. My father loved to feed people, the more the better. He made paella for his own wedding and for all three of his daughters’ weddings. My potato salad has no mayo, and I love using baby red potatoes, skin on, each potato halved after boiling.
Wonderful essay! It's satisfyingly matter-of-fact and practical and then you get to Oma and how she raised you, "made" you near the end. I could see and feel you and her, and me and my grandmother. Love this.
Oh Tammy! I was thinking of you this morning because I found out that the Torlonia Marble Exhibit is coming to Montreal!!! I'll be able to see it! I'm really looking forward to it! Then I see this story that is so full of memory and life that I can taste it, and hear the kitchen sounds, the life in it. I've been asking myself how to honour that which was shared with me from the women in my life, that which has been passed down. This is it, the simple things we do with love. Thanks so much for this!
Tammy, I love your Oma’s Potato Salad missive. ❤️❤️My Danish grandmother made potato salad too. She sat at her kitchen table to peel the potatoes—a ritual.
XO Meredyth
I remember my grandmother had a bowl for the peels and a pan filled with water for the paring-knife peeled potatoes. She used Miracle Whip, chopped pickles into tiny pieces, and added lots of hard-boiled eggs. She sprinkled the top with paprika. I'm craving potato salad!
I love this, Tammy. The food-love nourishment connection is such a deep experience for so many. My father loved to feed people, the more the better. He made paella for his own wedding and for all three of his daughters’ weddings. My potato salad has no mayo, and I love using baby red potatoes, skin on, each potato halved after boiling.
Wonderful essay! It's satisfyingly matter-of-fact and practical and then you get to Oma and how she raised you, "made" you near the end. I could see and feel you and her, and me and my grandmother. Love this.
Thank you friend!
Excellent. One of my favorite pieces of yours that I've read.
PS. I am SO ready to try your cooking. Yum. Do I have to work on that house across the lake? Is that how I earn a meal? I'm decent with a hammer : )
Thank you Steve! I do write about food a lot. If you are in the neighborhood you are welcome to come for dinner!
Tammy, love this and ❤️ that you exposed your vulnerability in writing ✍️ it. Kudos.
Thank you!
Oh Tammy! I was thinking of you this morning because I found out that the Torlonia Marble Exhibit is coming to Montreal!!! I'll be able to see it! I'm really looking forward to it! Then I see this story that is so full of memory and life that I can taste it, and hear the kitchen sounds, the life in it. I've been asking myself how to honour that which was shared with me from the women in my life, that which has been passed down. This is it, the simple things we do with love. Thanks so much for this!
I'm so excited you get to see the Myth and Marble installation! It is amazing.
Thank you for the kind words!
Made with love as you do with everything!!